music swirling
across undulating metaphor
faces of hard, gritty disillusion
sparked against
the warm belly
of
youth
gasping
dreaming
hallucinating
a place haunted in blue
and a street, cobble stone prostitute
A quivering old face of wrinkles
searching for solitude
A girl standing over a bridge
waiting for love to return
A boat with a lantern
going by
He, a weather ravaged boy
partakes her breath
off the street
night lamps glower with a halo of flies
a life-large clock spins a universal lie
a town in daze
ripped open by a long, chugging steam train
the blue God
- God of Love
watches
face blackened
heart submerged
haunting echoes,
evil men
hail and snow
rain on
her cheek
wind in
his hair
an appeal of their heart
quickened and threadbare
entwined,
bleeding,
brimming
losing
dripping,
diluting,
hypnotizing
totally
spare
© Rochelle Potkar
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This seems to be inspired by SLB's Sawariya!
It is however, much much much better to read your poem than to watch the movie... [:)]
Well written!
Saawariya! So you finally did see it? :)
thank you, heartfelt
:)
aakash!!!,
the answer to poetry can only be poetry.
have you witnessed this poetry yet?
No but there is more i want to be a witness to.
More, which is getting lesser by the second.
what's getting more is illusion
what's getting less is allusion
how little has happened yet
there is more
there is more
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