by Debasis Mukhopadhyay
What is the link that propels me back into the poetry like stuff?
I think about the waves of heavy clouds borne aloft on an ocean of darkness
a woman’s body in situations that tend to look as prose as they really are.
I think about the train of words that imagine & then play about with a poem
a charcoal flower without any fire buried deep inside.
I think about the parameters of listlessness and,
the silver river called “perhaps it ends always like this”.
What is it that makes me think about a rapt closing note and, at the same
time, about Tamir Rice-trompe l’oeil?
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Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015
Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015