Tuesday 5 August 2014

~ Old Readings … ~


~ Old Readings … ~
Muslin-tongued ..
Solemnly sequined,
Softly spangling,
Braided fringe,
Of thy twisted, knotted, thespian words ..
It’d lace, silvery,
Contouring,
Pottering about,
Thy small bonny face,
For ..
A writer — that I’m …
I’d only read blue-black ink,
Since horse-and-buggy-days,
Sometime, so red and green, too,
Or … Could …
Just Braille-trace,
Someone ..
And now,
It should austerely be,
Thee! 

5 comments:

  1. Beautiful... Your poems make me feel that I am reading a diary from ancient times... :)

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    1. So is my intension, my love ... Thanks Piu .. :)

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  2. Another epic poem Sadia :) your poems are always a journey.

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  3. just braille trace someone....smiles...i like that much...it implies an intimacy....

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  4. Oh, this is beautifully penned. I really like the progression & the conclusion!

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