An unknown window

I have a window

subliminally to a quiet house

where the diaspora of silence ebbs and tides

like the brackish waters of Sundarbans.

Making sense like broken things.

Some like fireflies, some like shadows.

 

The house accepts me like its folk song

of shadows and groans.

Groaning with footsteps.

Shadowing with the passage of time. 

 

Back in the bed

where no one sleeps

I find your thought waiting like a tree

easing it's roots into dawn.

I hold my breath as it does

like all trees recede into the forest.

Reviews

[TheLostMind]

This one is neatly penned. Loved the last paragraph - it's amazing. Good job.

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This is simply...stunning!! I'm in awe...

[h d e rushin]

First, the picture of this lovely young woman to your left, attended Kennesaw State University
until she got suddenly sick and died last January.

Second, I love this poem in it's supreme image making dreamscape. And while the final stanza
turns the poem into a love poem, in no way does the dream of it, the dawn and breath of it
disappoint...

Beautifully written....dana

[Abhra]

That is so unfortunate. I am so sorry to hear that.

Coming from you that is high praise indeed. Thanks for reviewing.

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-- ah... heartbreaking but mesmerizing poetry... -- you create the atmosphere very well... -- i like the "folk song" image a lot...

[Abhra]

Thank you for the gracious review. i am glad you liked it!

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-- you're very welcome, monsieur abhra... :)

[Corset]

you simply never disappoint your reader. I love the quiet impressions that the word "Sundarbans" gives to the poem, the light that filters through the fronds of thought, swishing with the palms this poem reads like a dream, thought full of sadness and then it disappears, recedes like stanza three like trees into a fog. perfection.

[Abhra]

Thank you for such a beautiful review!

[Corset]

I hope your are feeling inspired enough to hang around and write for a bit :)

[Abhra]

I write one or two poem every few months. So I may hang around for a bit. But not sure if I would write soon. :) How have you been?

[Corset]

I've been well, thanks for asking, how have things been going for you?

[Abhra]

Things have been good. Can't complain. I see you have been very very productive. How do you write so many poems? It is quite amazing. I am actually there and looking at some of them.

[Corset]

It's like treading water, if I stop kicking I might sink.