You see that temple
in the horizon?
That’s where
everyday
a sun is killed
pierced by the spire.
Sometimes
you can even smell
sun-singed smoke
centuries stale
embalmed in psyches
cold and still
like dust
on marble statues.
Naked, trembling,
I roll into a ball
hide in night clouds
of petrified charcoal
and grow
a secret moon
to smile white fire
at the spire.
image from: poietes.wordpress.com
12 comments:
Oh, I like your writing very much, Ranee. It's so sensual. I've just blogrolled you; I hope you don't mind!
Danke, Rachel. We now have mutual admiration. You figure in my blogroll too!
Slow, cold, soft, fat drops
Fell heavily from the sky
Dampening my face
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cooling the thoughts
trapped in the grooves
etched on the face
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thanks!!!
You know I admire your writing, Shoonyata. You're on my blogroll. Thanks for the footprints. I look forward to more.
Hello. And Bye.
Ranee, That was beautiful ! I have loved your 'With This Ring' & 'Teacher's Day' short stories.
We have a story writing contest and would love to see you participate. Below are the details :
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Stories have a way of connecting people and touching their hearts. Like a good cup of coffee, a thriller can stimulates one’s senses and linger on far after enjoying it, while at the diametric opposite end of the spectrum, a story that your grandmother narrated to you as a kid, soothed you to sleep and filled you with sweet dreams.
Stories, like clay, provide an endless medium of possibilities limited only by the author’s imagination. We want to unleash a sea of these stories. Hence Katha Sagar..
Thanks so much, Madhu. I'm going to check out your site and of course I'll participate if the muse is with me in time for your deadline..
Ranee
Love your style. Thanks for visiting my blog...
I used to open the window to see the sun shining at my face;
I used to look at the beautiful world created in His Grace.
The sky-high mountains standing proud,
And the underlying lands over which the flowers crowd.
The glittering water occupying the lakes,
Displays a beauty which cannot be faked.
But we humans think "I'm the most important thing";
we are quite arrogant and easily give in.
Now we live in a pollution manifested town,
the beautiful world is now going down.
It won't be long before it's all gone.
We are just in a war that can't be won!
-Anjel!
Another place blown up beyond recognition
Another set of flaws prevented intervention
Another new cause for this act of terrorism
Another group of people put their hand's up in submission
Another fresh reason to feel the tension
Another large list of people under suspicion
Another group of terrorist happy with their act of treason
Another large mass of people died without a reason
Another one of these will happen in the fall of a new season
Another new set of plans will come up to prevent their mission
-- Anjel
Ah, Anjel, why so pessimistic? The truths that make up our world seem so unrelentingly dark, but I still have hope in little acts and voices. Thanks for the 2 wonderfully poetic reactions!
well mam, I believe in facing the realities before they can come and surprise or rather shock u..
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