black vines intertwine in countryside. myriads of flower bloom on muddy soil. pitch dark, the night nods. itching mosquito bite enhances a yawn- as wide as darkness, reflecting ennui.
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.
'myriads of flower bloom 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!
black vines, muddy soil... I'm getting a feeling of destruction here, Gautami. Of... of autumn, of the growing season ending.
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What a ride you've given us in this poem. Hope you are well, Gautami.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Gautami! I also got the feeling of autumn, of things started to get mushy and rotted..in the good way! :)
ReplyDeleteAnna 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.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Ann. A place where both death, and the last struggling remains of life are.
ReplyDeleteIntersting how you see the vegetal world comes to live in this, trying to attact us. And should not forget those pesty mosquitos!!
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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.
ReplyDelete'a yawn-as wide as darkness'
ReplyDeletelove that image.
but now i am sleepy.
thanx for visiting
I love the idea of an "unpoem" - what's your definition?
ReplyDeleteAs usual, great language.