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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My spent colors still speak with my environment Gray frost seeking a golden sun however little Dulcet sounds if any come out of this interaction When words like birds come and take seat in joy From the lattices of thought is born a poetic line The lines seek dance of words in melodic intellect Flashes of suggestion through forms and colours Movement of phrases for an impression of life In a definite language in which the poet lives The lines get together in cohesion to sit in a stanza Whether in rhyme or in prose matters little The stanzas love the light and shade of poetry Even when you say: your touch in the bread Exudes an warmth this morning, sweet heart I’m glad that like the stars you’ve excused me The guitar has to strum in voices of modernity Instead of saying violence now we say swords For love you the modern prefer pink whisper Dream you say is weak and need replacement I look for shapes which have blurred by now As I write this my grandson plays with a blue ball Stripes of sun and starlight raising ripples in air That meets the happy birds flying towards it Leaving the yellow and red mango tree in summer For another taste from another tree in the vicinity However strongly you plead for prose in poems The fact remains that we live in a prosaic world Of cut glass rat race fat loss suicide bombers And for a lemon shadow in a melancholy corner We obviously look for poems and not prose _____________________________________________ 31 May 2017
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