Look at you.
Sitting there staring at the screen.
Wondering.
Imagining dreams, sunsets wild, thoughts red.
The stationary has been stagnating;
For you dont write with them anymore.
The pencil turns into a mourning body of wooden thoughts,
hoping to be revealed before a dying day.
The rest have retired to their litererary hibernations...
I sit here, staring, sharing, always caring.
Pretending to pull out rabbits from the throats of imaginary ravens...
Passing off dogs for dinosaurs...
But its a high...
Its Still a high....
[written for a very dear friend, whom I finally had the privelage to meet for the first time after knowing her for over a year. Sometimes, all a writer(pseudo or otherwise) needs is just one reader like her; thanks for being there! :) ]
14 comments:
I sit here, staring, sharing, always caring.
Pretending to pull out rabbits from the throats of imaginary ravens...
Passing off dogs for dinosaurs...
But its a high...
Its Still a high....
Wonderful poetry. Keep writing!
I like your poetry, and I did check your other post, Like you asked me to, sorry it took so long.
I like the way you said you can 'unlove' Can you? Can anyone? It's haunting. :\
Nice blog! :)
such a brilliant piece!
**The stationary has been stagnating
loved d line!
***/*****
The pencil turns into a mourning body of wooden thoughts,
but I guess evry one who reads ur blog would defintely write back to YOU . it SO gudddddddd was just wonderful .
hmm....nice nice...
Pretty picturesque-less poetry.
Yet, the images of rabbits being pulled out of ravens' throat is OMG beautiful!
liked it :)
woa....that was nice!!!
:) i be liking, very me like.
loved it :-)
May god bless you with more such friends...
Wow, you see, it's writers like you that make writers like me look like an amateur. I really love your blog. It's wonderful. Unlike mine. I feel like a noob.....anyway, Keep writing. Great stuff.
I agree with the last paragraph.
It was a refreshing read as always.
Beautiful. Loved it.
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