Sunday, January 30, 2011
short poems
Short poems
On paper napkin
I wrote a haiku moment
In the bin it sings
Empty café
Five flies on a table top
Drink spilt milk
Stubborn phone
Glum sits on sideboard
Refuses to ring.
On paper napkin
I wrote a haiku moment
In the bin it sings
Empty café
Five flies on a table top
Drink spilt milk
Stubborn phone
Glum sits on sideboard
Refuses to ring.
Friday, January 21, 2011
देमिसे ऑफ़ माय horses
Demise of My Horses
I had been away for a few days,
visiting the aunts of Cascais,
and found my three stone horses gone.
Just cheerless holes
where they had been tethered.
Widening the road, they said
and for that beauty must go.
When a road is enlarged more
cars will fill the space until
the bigger road is too small and
they decide to build a motorway.
The other side of the road will be
impossible to cross and neighbours
will become strangers.
Sun or rain endlessly stunning my horses were
before turned into grit.
I had been away for a few days,
visiting the aunts of Cascais,
and found my three stone horses gone.
Just cheerless holes
where they had been tethered.
Widening the road, they said
and for that beauty must go.
When a road is enlarged more
cars will fill the space until
the bigger road is too small and
they decide to build a motorway.
The other side of the road will be
impossible to cross and neighbours
will become strangers.
Sun or rain endlessly stunning my horses were
before turned into grit.
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