Tag: summer from a lost continent
group name: tsopr
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January 23, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
Kill: a story of civilization
Neon is playing with the shadows in
the street. Chasing them, making them scattered
till dawn. Till dawn, the man hunts for his prey.
Nights have made his . . .
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July 02, 2009 10:07 PM EDT --
Oyster days (WWE)
Can she remember her days
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city
where her painted . . .
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July 05, 2009 06:18 AM EDT --
D N A
(After I heard of her)
an...............
................................................evolved
...........................................cell
. . .
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July 10, 2009 10:04 PM EDT --
Irony
“They do not come, as sweet as they used to, these days.”
Looking at the helpless fleshes of oranges
produced in green Darjeeling hills, the old man says. . . .
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July 28, 2009 07:07 AM EDT --
(haibun) power cut
This is the city of power cut. Someone has said. The ghost of darkness still plagues us, the people. Sometimes. Sometimes evening is a wrap of darkness. Power failure? . . .
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August 29, 2009 07:49 AM EDT --
eyes trace some sounds
Sounds are so delicate
they break
whenever I speak.
All you can hear
is a door
making squeaks
and you take it as my
terms of love.
I close the door . . .
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January 11, 2009 09:54 PM EST --
Attic eyes
A pensive eagle flies
in the ethereal space.
The encyclopedia salesman
crawls down the road
with his paralyzed cheery face.
A note of distant bell
is . . .
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January 31, 2009 11:45 PM EST --
February expressions
Nothing exists before this, only void;
a genesis, a self born fetus floats
amid blank darkness… this is how he feels
when her lips connive to create new world. . . .
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March 21, 2009 10:50 PM EDT --
H e ire ss
“You are the legal heiress.” She listens.
It weighs her mind; she runs her hands on the throne.
It glistens like a freshly honed sword. Glistens.
Her entire . . .
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January 19, 2009 09:23 PM EST --
The Surreal Circus
(to the namesake group and to Anne M)
The manager conjures rainbows,
summons them to sprawl, spread, create
an ethereal canopy
over the audience, now . . .
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February 05, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
A b u llet with my name …
(They said,)
There is a bullet with my name written on it.
It set out of a pipe, hot, energetic.
It has . . .
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March 17, 2009 08:47 AM EDT --
Fear she feels
Sun enters, a bit of the rays stays on the panes
and dust of hundred years glimmer with shyness.
On the bed the sound of sweat ebbs, bodies stir.
She opens . . .
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March 22, 2009 10:39 PM EDT --
Blin d Feelings
Like a few monochrome faces
with their well set hair, Albert style;
slightly stiff mannered and hungry-
good time is striding her way.
She . . .
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March 26, 2009 11:03 PM EDT --
Her water
She loves her baths and loves water.
The healing radiance of it
which opens her pores and excels
the art of uttering nothing.
You could have understood . . .
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March 29, 2009 10:39 PM EDT --
A rain s oaked hous e
A splash of rain takes him by surprise.
It pries open memory’s trick box.
A simple run through homely corridor
to the backyard maze of drying cloths. . . .
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April 23, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Mid Summer Noon’s Dreams
The station of mid noon is desolate;
the platform is really a flowing stream
waves of shining sun sweeps him away.
The aged . . .
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May 25, 2009 06:01 AM EDT --
Kitchen and sundial
( To Alison and the surreal circus-IV )
Reeling in, rolling in the scene, words, smells, senses
she looks at, what seems like misguided tour of ruins; . . .
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June 02, 2009 06:38 AM EDT --
Calendar
A few more steps towards back
where he came from
where still a delicate hand is
waiting untouched
because he had not been wise in the past.
He smiled at the calendar. . . .
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February 11, 2009 09:34 PM EST --
Thursday writing
(Skipping Breakfasts)
The instant powder
is mingling with
stale hot water,
blending with a sugar’s damp lump.
She prepares his son for school bus.
I am . . .
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December 14, 2008 10:17 PM EST --
Fa ctory girl
A flower on the water. Floats.
She wilts to pick up what can be
the description of her eyes in
the half stirring hours of dawn.
The flower she gathers, . . .
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