Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Roanna - deep in the poetry mine finally

1.Midday


The midday dreams glare


and you blink,


focusing on

a faraway picture

in

Faraway land.


The sounds Scream

into your reality

but,

You care not


Finally finding the sense

in this

tumult.



2.Signs



The signs call out,


And I succumb

To this seduction.


Melancholy draws, and


Like an addict,


I cut open

The wound,

For fear it may close


Once for all.



3.The tune



The tune dances

Over and over

Untamable


Laughing


Louder

And louder



Like voices repeating

Stale conversations-

Filling overflowing vessels


The drops keep falling.

1 comment:

Amrita said...

the best of the lot !!!!!!111