trapped
in my body
the beast
seemed tamed
.
till
.
bathed
in your sweat
.
drunk on
the sweet slime
you ooze
.
it broke
the web
of your wispers
.
climbed
the waves
of your heat
.
devoured me
skin bone
flesh & soul
.
spitting out
the mind
just alive
.
to
tell
the tale
.
7 comments:
ah!!! another masterpiece...
i dont kno wat context u wrote this in...but for me its death!!! n knowin u m jus guessin its death!!!
reminds me of a post i wrote on my other blog...NIGHT OF THE SHINIGAMI
you know shoon, everytime i see my blogroll and find out that you've updated its like a sinking sensation in the stomach...literally... because i have absolutely no clue as to what you might possibly have written...
and what you have written is unimaginably beautiful ...
i can write pages on my interpretations and also some more pages contradicting those interpretations but i guess, i'll let it be...
Mayz: tahnks buddy...this was triggered by much more basic stuff than death...yes, you are right--death comes to me very often!
preeti: thanks...just let it be. interpretations when articulated can complicate stuff...just be with it, whatever it is that you take out.....thanks for enjoying this.
a man after my own heart. my beast needs to be quelled if anything.
the strangest thing....this post, will email u about it.
this is so strange!!
this reminds me of a book of poems called 'Crow' - forget the poet. this is sharp, sticky, hard-real-life-but-haunting
yes, i now remember the poet - Ted Hughes, the famous national poet of england. Crow is eternal, hardy, ephemeral and real life crackly. as he says in one of his poems - 'God went on sleeping, Crow went on laughing'.
hey shoonya - the motifs in your poetry:
the buzzard, with the beady eye;
the dried log with blood on it, but its raining now so its alive;
the seducer, the witch woman, black or white with smooth textury skin who can drink lovers;
the self, drinking the elixir of the universe, the harshness in the feeling is what living is all about;
time, like Dali's painting, melting but present
moochi...now YOU are being poetic and evocative. Yes, I remember the Crow...should get a copy now...havent read Ted Hughes in ages
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