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By the dying sun


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By the dying sun

 

I stand above the world.

From the rubble of old furniture a rat runs away,

I can hear pregnant life pounding under my feet.

Its family hour; roads slide into houses, warm

with fight and love. The birds gossip in their nests.

 

Far away drops

a lone kite

into the skeleton of our city.

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Aleksandra

Symmayya I can notice that your writing style is somehow changed - in good way. You are playing with beautiful words and metrify in good verses.

 

This is amazing expression and I loved:

 

The birds gossip in their nests.

 

Very sensitive poem my friend.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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goldenlangur

Hello summayya,

 

How wonderful to see you here! What a desolate tone this poem has - "rubble of old furniture, lone kite, skeleton of our city"! One gets a sense of the narrator being on the outside looking into a world and trying to make sense of it. The pain and anxiety of life unleashed in dreams where the possible and the impossible elide:

 

summayya wrote:

roads slide into houses, warm

with fight and love.

 

Poignant and beautiful,

 

goldenlangur

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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Hi summayya,

 

Glad to read this type of poem that you and golden write, like the feel of it very much.

Reading the 2nd line of "rubble of old furniture...", I first thought there might be a disaster happened in this city; then the following lines give me a feel of life vitality. The second stanza reminds me of haibun. You are doing great.

 

Lake

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Many thanks for your comments everyone!

 

I can notice that your writing style is somehow changed - in good way. You are playing with beautiful words and metrify in good verses.

Glad you liked the poem Sweet Sandre . I am happy you think I am improving.

 

One gets a sense of the narrator being on the outside looking into a world and trying to make sense of it. The pain and anxiety of life unleashed in dreams where the possible and the impossible elide

 

How wonderful to read such comments, very percpetive! Thank you Gl for the read and comment. Much appreicated!

 

Glad to read this type of poem that you and golden write, like the feel of it very much.

Reading the 2nd line of "rubble of old furniture...", I first thought there might be a disaster happened in this city; then the following lines give me a feel of life vitality. The second stanza reminds me of haibun. You are doing great.

 

How very kind of you Lake. Thank you for your kind words.

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Hi Summayya,

 

What wonderful imagery!

summayya wrote:

Its family hour; roads slide into houses, warm

with fight and love. The birds gossip in their nests.

 

Far away drops

a lone kite

into the skeleton of our city.

From rats to birds, the animals seem to co-exist in tandem with the narrator in a blown-out and desolate urban environment seemingly devoid of other human life.

 

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