What is this time?
Turning the tottering steps to running feet?
the gurgling laughter to dimpled smile
And the bewitching looks so sweet
ending in wrinkled smile sans teeth?
What is this time?
That changes the darling buds of May
And the leaves to gold and sere
that gives the trees an ascetic look
And slowly sows the seeds of life
What is this time?
That’s never changing, never ending
Constant and ceaseless as the beginning
DREAMS
My dreams melt
Like ice pools
slippery and disturbing
in childhood;
they frost’d
my cake of happiness
in youth;
they layered endlessly
in the middle years;
dry and crumbled
with age
now a single one
is left
should I swallow It
or website it
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MORNING NEWS
I watch him
peach blush
thro’ lacy
blue mist
a rosy peach
on fire,
tree-hopping crows
flap greetings
moths and butterflies
take off
On early morning flights
mother sparrows
string worms
for baby formula;
and, in the yard
next door
blue-grey smoke snakes
the burnt smell
of toast’d leaves.
as my neighbour sets
his portly thighs
in bulging motion
his svelte wife
in nightshirt
favours me with
the languorous indulgence
of a cat stretch
honey drips
on my moming toast.
BLINDING LOVE
A fogg’d world
flits thro’
her eyes, burning anguish;
pain seeping
thro’ the pores
of her mind;
breathing black hate
his epileptic mind
drew with lnsensate
hands
a thin line
of poison’d love
thro’ arid eyes.
Blind to tears
she could see
only the acid
in his heart
Note
Of a girl refusing to accede to her husband’s demands of money, had her eyes lovingly smeared with surma mixed with acid resulting in blindness.
