Tuesday 6 June 2017

Desperate storm...




                                            







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it’s dull and numb,
 the thought;

hesitant grey streaks of rain,
they escape over
clingy consciousness, pouring sweat;

wordless muse builds
 seething storm of weariness,
it storms at nooks and corners
yearning outpour, helpless;

it’s numb and dumb, seeds
craving gush of rain mourn…



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9 comments:

  1. Love that you've used "storm" as both noun AND verb here. Well done!

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  2. wordless muse builds
    seething storm of weariness,... that perfectly expresses what I feel now...

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  3. Rajani already picked my favorite lines. This lull is suffocating, isn't it? Very well put.

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  4. You create quite an emotive poem with these descriptions.

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  5. This storm seems like a noose being pulled....

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  6. Ouch -- oh would it pour. May Indra feed Saraswati and the muses sing.

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  7. A portrait of a very unhappy muse --- perhaps a cautionary tale as to what can happen if a muse isn't fed or pushed too hard. Well done :)

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