Future under a moon
Slow moon is sitting over the roof of the temple.
Cinder trees in the ash sky and the traveling bike…
He comes to this fairy tale, these winter twilights often.
The taste of loneliness melts in his mind. He lights a pipe.
The blue smoke meets the ashes, embers; the health burns away.
A worry star blinks and hurrahs rising from the far bar,
the cheap wetness of country liquor engulfs locals,
a minute of dark gold before she makes her appearance
with the soft but resolute appeal. It is the high time.
The unborn is eating the present, the future is near.
Slow slow moon rises to assure him that he can. He can.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Comments: 52
Such lines, such lines ::)
Blessings and best wishes - S.
with the soft but resolute appeal."
This is so beautiful. Lifts and carries me away.
However, he sees the moon forever in place, giving him stability and this motivates him.
A great write, Poddar.
Thank you for posting this to The Surreal Circus.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
How profound a thought. You have impressed me yet again.
a pleasure to know, you are.