Play in muddy water.
Light eclipses my dread, sorrow, pain...
I must wish happiness
While I walk on earth and forget hell.
Call it an obligation of wistful smiles
This threadinng of life,
owes life to its morbid provenance.
Lay, lay, my poems, my souls;
I will write you still.
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ReplyDeletea good start for a lively blog.. keep it up.
ReplyDelete"Light eclipses my dread, sorrow, pain..."
ReplyDeleteThat was a truely delightful line... gr8 work!! indeed u wrote us all still :D
Keep writing..
wow even an unromantic moron like me could appreciate that! good work :) .And a big hooray to the upcoming poetry
ReplyDeletenaicee!
ReplyDeletenot as great as you can make it though.
I know the upcoming poems will blow me away though :D
Very nice, for a while I thought you were talking about writing poems in an unappreciative environment.
ReplyDeleteEerie
"thought fox" and "in my craft..."seems to be d inspiration but susan i shud appreciate u for havin come up wid somethin entirely different, very different even though thematically very similr to d oder ones
ReplyDeleteGreat.. i need to meditate over it.
ReplyDeleteu dnt get 2 c too many poems on a positive note. hence this my friend, is a good start!
ReplyDeleteUnusual, melliflous, rather unsettling.
ReplyDeleteWaiting for more from you, Immortal bird!!
Good Luck.
Incredibly good again. But why is it all sorrow and sadness?
ReplyDeleteA true embodiment of sheer poetic caliber.You nurture and renew our spirits through poetic capacities to actualize personal dreams.Someday you will fly and you will not need wings..
ReplyDeleteKeep the world going with those words of greater minds....