Sonnet sung around a fire
The blaze, the men, the whimsical songs
traveling any distance or space
at a given time; this is autumn.
The crows sit lonely with their wings closed;
their eyes searching. The brown shaft dies down.
The blaze, homeless songs, myths unbroken;
we share pains, watch the smoke coiling up
and crows returning to wherever
they return. We are forlorn, gathered;
an intricate blaze observing us;
shadows of the late autumn protracts.
Someone sings a song, he has heard from
his father. Alone yet together.
We shall fall here soon; sleep while brown leaves
cover our collective consciousness.
=© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)
eyes of a voyeur
She missed the little voyeur whose eyes
are inside her head; she knows, the boy
must be her neighbor’s; teenaged, obsessed.
She missed the little moments framed in
the skylight of her blue tiled bathroom.
Curious eyes. Innocent eyes. Eyes.
She has been missing since summer
has flown away with vacation’s seeds.
Youth moves a lot. Leaves of fall gather.
=© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)
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only caught by the one who feeds from her and vise versa ;)
Fire. Burning down the neighborhood. Like a ritual? Who started it? Does that matter? Can if be stopped? Should it be?
eyes of fire
eyes of fire
Beautiful writing, Kushal.
Thanks.
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
But that first one? Truly one of your best masterpieces. Not only is the reader captured by the imagery so much that they see the scene in your mind as if it were their own but the feelings and the smells also come off the page. I may put that first poem close to the top of my personal favorites. It's a whole living experience. Kudos Ku!
your end is here…
:+)
eyes of fire
I am so slow now with way too many thoughts that while I write one I forget the other that I wantd to write
I like both these and I'm let to guess about the little voyeur.
thanks for writing these
they warm my heart
Crows are a symbol of defeat
My family Crest has a crow astride
a Knight's Helm, poised to eat
whoever won, it was not our side!
The men with their fires of leaves
symbol of endurance of the seasons
Time comes in cycles and sometimes reaves
So let the fires burn for many reasons
I say, goodbye and
strange she is worried that he's gone away
your comments are solemn.
ruby love and red pearls
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
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I'll return (mumble, grumble, it's never the same reconfigured...damn!).
For now... (and I will come back!)...The Surreal Circus
I am sorry ade for the trouble. It happens to me all the time.
ruby love and red pearls
I say, goodbye and
Sometimes the only attention one gets is from a stalker! LOL
ruby love and red pearls
I say, goodbye and
These brought the season to life... lovely, Poddar.
I say, goodbye and