a coat, not hers

a coat, not hers

A Poem by poddar kushal

A coats, not hers

( a poetry that begins at the words I have stolen with permission from the master writer K.c.Klein)

A coat, not hers wraps the little body

Crouched it twists down the alley of slumber.

The girl sleeps on the night-bridge forever.

Spotless sun rises over her and stooped

To wipe out the last of the murky night

Out of a soul that should not be touched with

Slightest of the dimness it lives within,

The days in and days out. Ha, the measures

Men invent to bind slipping time and space!

She stirs and steps out of the tattered coat

And binds of time to reach for a life of us.

 

© 2008 poddar kushal


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"Ha, the measures

Men invent to bind slipping time and space"
yes man tends to try and tame the world and the mystery of "us" with such insignifigant things as time and fences called space.
"A coat, not hers " this calls to mind how children and future generations may have to wear "coats" not their own...dealing with the past generations and the carelessness we have shown...
another poem that causes the reader to think and wonder...




Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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i feel this is one of your best. the images pulled at my heart strings and i just wanted to scoop up this girl and bring her home.
Spotless sun rises over her and stooped

To wipe out the last of the murky night

Out of a soul that should not be touched with

Slightest of the dimness it lives within,

my favorite lines. so many child souls i encounter that should not be touched with this dimness. fantastic write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


You set the scene with such clarity honey.

Great descriptives, beautifully done.

Mx

Posted 13 Years Ago


love the metaphors of the sun
brighten the day
doing away with the night
ended the sleep for the dawn
the dawn not for just a new day

do you just love peeps
trying to tell you what you meant
isnt that why you wrote it
to make me think and ponder

bravo i'm thinking



Posted 13 Years Ago


Very intense piece. Another great write, with some great lines.




Posted 13 Years Ago


Beautiful write, very much vivid and intense in it's own way!

"To wipe out the last of the murky night
Out of a soul that should not be touched with"- I loved these lines the most!

Very well penned and a powerful write indeed!! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Lovely, this feel like a walk in a park in ones own world in the middle of a mad city running on stress hormones.. I just think there should be a word alteration here in brackets for flow.. Just my thought though or reading tecnique perhaps.. As always a pleasure to read you.


To wipe out the last of the murky night
Out of a soul that should not be touched with
Slightest (slights) of the dimness it lives within,
The days in and days out. Ha, the measures
Men invent to bind slipping time and space!


Posted 13 Years Ago


Here you find both the images we have of the homeless: the romantic side and the realistic side: day in and day out she steps out of this coat, but deep inside would not she like to have a so called 'normal' life. Reading this poem, all these questions arise.
How is she? How did she get there? Will she ever get out? Does she want to get out?
Very deep ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is beautiful. Amazing stuff.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Hello my friend.

The story can be read at: Iphigenia. The link you have above doesn't work.

I am honor by your labors and words. Nicely done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful. I say that a lot, don't I? oh my...

It really is, though....

'She stirs and steps out of the tattered coat

And binds of time to reach for a life of us.'

Brilliant.

Vivid.

I just love your work.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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kolkata, India, India



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