Wednesday, February 17, 2010

you.now

in the middle of that dark misty night, when all the lights went out, the moon was swallowed by the clouds, the stars blinked back their twinkle in fear, the wind tip toed touching the bare body with cold fingers, sitting at the door of that small room on the roof of that old hilltop house with cracked walls and cobwebed ceilings , as the glow of the cigerette tip died burning the fingers, the black cat who came in thru the back window was not seen, not heard but felt. felt like its soul burrowed a tunnel thru the mist and thru some hole in the body and reached deep inside and grabbed something there and sucked all debris out and connected and cleaned up the tube for us the me and the cat to connect, as we were of one tribe. it is so, that i feel you. now.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

"not heard but felt" I really liked that line. It could possibly lead to another poem? You use personfication in such a beautiful way I can almost picture it.

Shoonyata said...

thanks anon :)

Anonymous said...

this is beautiful, breathless and want more. "the me and the cat to connect, as we were of one tribe. it is so, that i feel you. now. " indeed.

TJ/Ira

Shoonyata said...

@TJ: Indeed! and thou shalt have more :)

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

ah... this touched me somewhere. Nice to see prose by you after a long time :-)

PEOPLE, PLACES, VOICES, FACES... said...

Left you a message on my blog (re your poetic message). BTW, I love Leonard Cohen too!

Shoonyata said...

@Raaji: Thanks, my friend

@PPVF: You like Cohen!!! You are one of the tribe :)

usha said...

This is a nice one,
it is not about words.
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Shoonyata said...

yes, Gundu...it is not about words at all:)))

sift said...

:-)

Solge said...

Just a few words:

I like your way of using words.

"you.now" is inspiration.

Thanks,

Solge Maar