double ouch!, desire - here today gone tomorrow .Desire by its very nature is something powerful maybe more powerful than love, but like power , it has to be worked at to be maintained , failing which it falls prey to time like all else and fades.My humble opinion.
I've been working on a poem which includes a crow picking at an unidentifiable fur thing in the middle of the road (I like crows strangely enough) ....when I get to India or you get to California, we're going to have to meet and read poetry at each other for a day or two. I'll bring my wife to keep us out of trouble. :D
Joel: Godspeed with your poem, it sounds interesting. Hey, I don't mind crows, just a wee bit scared of them. they would hover over our playing field at lunch-break, when i was in Juiour school. They and the eagles and the crows made such a raucous noise and they would snatch your sandwich, if you were not sitting under the shed. Happened to me once, besides I was a pretty lost child too, so. :) I would love to meet you and your wife and hear you read poetry but i would not dare read my stuff, not worth it! :)
Thanks for visiting my blogs...Im honoured to add my name in your blog..I use mostly www.iamnasra.blogspot.com
As you have seen that Im working on my new poetry blog its mainly to cover poets around the world..I would really would like to have an interview where I an get more information on your poetry ...I would like to post it in www.livinginpoetry.blogspot.com
iamnasra, hey i really liked your poetry especially the short verses at iamnasra. i'm hardly a poet but would be glad to answer whatever you ask me. you should visit the links on my blog, they write reallly well.
In the book Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the Vogons are this alien race who resemble sour businessmen. They are perenially miserable, overweight, ugly, bureacratic, mean-spirited, greedy, and they write awful poetry with graphic images of self-disembowelment and other varieties of misery. To be forced to hear Vogon poetry is to be subjected to excruciating torture.
OK, my stuff isn't that bad. I've just been writing a lot of material inspired by my recent hospital stay. And the people who have read it say it is not torture to read.
Re: the crows. Crows here pretty much stick to the task of eating carrion. The ones who steal are jays, who are smaller relatives of crows.
gulnaz: When I publish a chapbook, I will send it along. Much of my poetry will give you a taste of my different world. (California is considered to be the most unique floristic province on the planet and I take pains to include images from it in my poetry. I also like birds and butterflies.)
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double ouch!, desire - here today gone tomorrow .Desire by its very nature is something powerful maybe more powerful than love, but like power , it has to be worked at to be maintained , failing which it falls prey to time like all else and fades.My humble opinion.
lovely! it subtle and very well written...
beautiful. after the absence of desire, once its satisfied, doesn't longing follow once again the following day?
Love the imagery in the last 2 lines! Also like the way you've used font, colour and style to make this verse more dramatic!
It's been said that absence (or distance) makes the heart grow fonder. I don't think so.
lovely blog...very nice writings..enjoyed reading them...Cheers!
do drop by my blog sometime at
http://shubhodeep.blog-city.com
your title captured me. and then your succinct verse made escape impossible.
I love the way the line "As dead fish in a dirty bowl" really hits painful reality. Well said, Gulnaz!
mermaid, :)
missy, nothing is forever huh.
Srikar, so are your kind words. thanks, come again.
Lorena, perhaps who can say...thanks...i hope you visit again.
Geebaby, merci mademoiselle. :)
Jamie Dawn, sometimes it does, just like the reverse is percieved as clinging, sometimes.
transience, am glad i got you. :)
Nicole, thanks you nicky. :)
I've been working on a poem which includes a crow picking at an unidentifiable fur thing in the middle of the road (I like crows strangely enough) ....when I get to India or you get to California, we're going to have to meet and read poetry at each other for a day or two. I'll bring my wife to keep us out of trouble. :D
Joel: Godspeed with your poem, it sounds interesting. Hey, I don't mind crows, just a wee bit scared of them. they would hover over our playing field at lunch-break, when i was in Juiour school. They and the eagles and the crows made such a raucous noise and they would snatch your sandwich, if you were not sitting under the shed. Happened to me once, besides I was a pretty lost child too, so. :)
I would love to meet you and your wife and hear you read poetry but i would not dare read my stuff, not worth it! :)
painfully real and all too close for comfort.
soooooooo damn good.
Cocaine Jesus, i am glad you like it but i won't want it to be true for anyone.
I don't know about that.
Some of my stuff sounds like Vogon poetry.
joel, what vogon poetry?
Thanks for visiting my blogs...Im honoured to add my name in your blog..I use mostly www.iamnasra.blogspot.com
As you have seen that Im working on my new poetry blog its mainly to cover poets around the world..I would really would like to have an interview where I an get more information on your poetry ...I would like to post it in www.livinginpoetry.blogspot.com
please let me know if its okay
iamnasra, hey i really liked your poetry especially the short verses at iamnasra.
i'm hardly a poet but would be glad to answer whatever you ask me. you should visit the links on my blog, they write reallly well.
In the book Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the Vogons are this alien race who resemble sour businessmen. They are perenially miserable, overweight, ugly, bureacratic, mean-spirited, greedy, and they write awful poetry with graphic images of self-disembowelment and other varieties of misery. To be forced to hear Vogon poetry is to be subjected to excruciating torture.
OK, my stuff isn't that bad. I've just been writing a lot of material inspired by my recent hospital stay. And the people who have read it say it is not torture to read.
Re: the crows. Crows here pretty much stick to the task of eating carrion. The ones who steal are jays, who are smaller relatives of crows.
thanks for the info, they sound awful....could bush be one of them, by any chance. ;)
i would love to read your poetry, it has to be good from what i gather from your blog.
about the crows, those might have been jays for all i know, they seemed so huge to me then but i guess they would i was barely 3 ft then. :)
Yes inshallah I will try to cover as most of them. But I will be honoured to start with you....
iamnasra, shukriya :)
gulnaz: When I publish a chapbook, I will send it along. Much of my poetry will give you a taste of my different world. (California is considered to be the most unique floristic province on the planet and I take pains to include images from it in my poetry. I also like birds and butterflies.)
Joel, thank you, I would love that!!! it sounds beautiful!!
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