fragments

I have long been intrigued by Johannes S H Bjerg's poetry ...what he calls "fragments" ...and wanted to emulate him sometime,... just for the heck of it, to see where they take me; but never got down to doing it. Yesterday seemed a good day though to indulge in that, particularly after reading one of his latest posts. I have not been able to write anything worthwhile lately, so i just took a deep breath and plunged headlong.

And here is what i wrote.

  shadows jostling at the window unknown

in the sink unwashed dishes and three clouds

parting the midnight fog trumpeting tuskers

they are not coming back, but i keep the porch lights on

blindfolded i can see as far as the sky (and the sky is where my left shoulder is)

labored breath the barometer turning purple

 

why the phone keeps on ringing at the bottom of river

 

just a handful of sesame seeds, but the guilt, the guilt

the universe is too young for you, black dwarf, or you are

vanitas

Though this has been inspired by JHSB and is an unabashed attempt (which failed) at emulating his style, the content, after a while, took me where i hadn't planned to go at all.

Now i must go and get an appointment with the psychiatrist too.

a forced break

It has been a while now that I have written any blog post. In fact, I haven't written anything at all for quite some time. I have missed quite a few submission deadlines, some contests i wanted to participate in and even cancelled travel plans.The reason being this debilitating pain I've been struggling with for the past few months which won't let me focus on anything, let alone write or even sit at the computer for an extended period of time. Nothing serious, (I hope) and with time, perhaps, I\ll be back again...(at least I intend to)... to bother you all with my bad poetry but meanwhile i thought it only fair to let all the readers, visitors and the handful of my blog followers know why I have been playing truant lately. Thanks to all of you who are still visiting regularly. Please bear with me some more.

by this day's end

if I may come home whole, 

life might be good--

for now, I'm glad to see trees

and the light shining through them

-Michael McClintock