black vines, muddy soil... I'm getting a feeling of destruction here, Gautami. Of... of autumn, of the growing season ending. Very cool.
What a ride you've given us in this poem. Hope you are well, Gautami.
Very nice Gautami! I also got the feeling of autumn, of things started to get mushy and rotted..in the good way! :)Anna J. Evans
Cool poem, Gautami, I got the feeling that the calender may say autumn but it still feels like summer, the flowers are still blooming and the mosquitos are still biting.
I'm with Ann. A place where both death, and the last struggling remains of life are.
Intersting how you see the vegetal world comes to live in this, trying to attact us. And should not forget those pesty mosquitos!!
'myriads of flowerbloom on muddy soil.pitch dark, the night nods'I like the shift here from my imagining the blooms in daylight, to feeling the night descend. Also, using 'muddy' brings in prior rainfall. And all in a dozen words. Impressive!
A deep southern night with frogs croaking and owls swooping. Primal.
'a yawn-as wide as darkness'love that image.but now i am sleepy.thanx for visiting
I love the idea of an "unpoem" - what's your definition?As usual, great language.