Aug 2013
Flame-tree abloom: dabbing red,
the distance paling green -
from the half-open window
to a dreary room;
Horizon waves bathed in gold dust -
from a vessel floating
in deep, enveloping seas;
Smudged streetlamp ayonder
a dark, rainy night;
Love, blooming silent, outlying mundane life.
the distance paling green -
from the half-open window
to a dreary room;
Horizon waves bathed in gold dust -
from a vessel floating
in deep, enveloping seas;
Smudged streetlamp ayonder
a dark, rainy night;
Love, blooming silent, outlying mundane life.
An attempt at a 'cubist poem' : multiple perspectives, emerging out of reflections on a single theme - in the three scenes depicted, something is outlying, and yet is in utter contrast to the nominal view, as implied in the last line as well.
