Incipient trickle of memories,
Slow creepers, stranglers, mistletoe.
Tiny barbs, cold steel
Pin-pricks of Autumn rain
Strive to awaken in me
A young woman
A forgotten self
A memory.
She who dreamed
Of quiet peace
Cottage beside a lake
Tiny happy universe.
She, the dreamer
She, the naivette
She, the deceived.
From cargo jettisoned once,
All that the rain could salvage:
Incipient trickle of tears
Slow creepers, stranglers, mistletoe.
August 31st, '08.
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You travel -
Through unknown stations,
passing empty paddy fields.
over quiet rivers that rest beneath you.
You bring a lot of earth along,
And smell of m...
8 years ago
2 comments:
I could almost visualize the girl, the melancholy! Fine verse!
Thank you Rukhiya, thank you.
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