Friday, April 11, 2008

I've decided to expland the blog -new poets coming in

Introducing Kasturika Kumari -finished poems -something rarely seen

1.

Piece by piece

minute by minute

in the folded bud

of an orange flower

the insect

disintegrates,

dies.


2.

Onslaught of winds

Caught in a vortex

Of blue clouds

Autumn leaf.

Hanging by

a moment ago.

Alone

on the dead, dead carcass of

blackened wood

Torn asunder.


3.

The imprints through a hundred

Lined pages

The sunlight through a hundred

White sheets

The sound through a hundred

Ear drums.

This is how the heat in me pounds

The pressure swinging through

taut strings, pulled to bareness.

Edges frayed and

centers.

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