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Like an angel lost her wings
There's a poet lingering,
In the meadows of a farther land
Searching for his lost sleep
Asking the night-sky,
Begging the stars,
Lying on the bare grass
Talking to the clouds
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the brooding clouds
There's a poet wandering,
On the grassy lands
Where the night-mist sleeps
Listening to the ripples;
Flowing by the feet
Smiling at the crescent;
Shining on the mount
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the shadows perching
On the boughs of trees
There's a poet lying
Staring at the sky
The banyan above him;
Sleeping like a shivering wind
Shadows raining on him,
Like the fluttering leaves
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the spreading wine,
There's poet crawling
Wailing like a wind;
Smiling like a floret
Waving to the void
Talking to the breeze
Screaming to the heights
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the wilted leaves,
In a starry night,
After silent laments,
Of nights after nights,
The poet slept,
The poet slept.. under the banyan.!
And beside him, lay -
The scattered pages..
And an inkless pen!!
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Like an angel lost her wings
There's a poet lingering,
In the meadows of a farther land
Searching for his lost sleep
Asking the night-sky,
Begging the stars,
Lying on the bare grass
Talking to the clouds
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the brooding clouds
There's a poet wandering,
On the grassy lands
Where the night-mist sleeps
Listening to the ripples;
Flowing by the feet
Smiling at the crescent;
Shining on the mount
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the shadows perching
On the boughs of trees
There's a poet lying
Staring at the sky
The banyan above him;
Sleeping like a shivering wind
Shadows raining on him,
Like the fluttering leaves
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the spreading wine,
There's poet crawling
Wailing like a wind;
Smiling like a floret
Waving to the void
Talking to the breeze
Screaming to the heights
Night after night, the sleepless bard
Like the wilted leaves,
In a starry night,
After silent laments,
Of nights after nights,
The poet slept,
The poet slept.. under the banyan.!
And beside him, lay -
The scattered pages..
And an inkless pen!!
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22 comments:
Your comments working yet? :)
Ahhh...yes they are. Brian (waystation) was also trying to comment; he said if I got thru to tell you that :)
Thanks Braja for dropping in. I think there were some starting hitch; which i think, now got over!
hey glad you got the glitch fixed...really enjoyed this one...my fav was the end and the pages with an inkless pen...poured out. great poem.
thanks for dropping by and the dash through some of my poetry. i really just started writing poetry about 5 months ago at the behest of a commentor and it has bitten me hard.
Thank you for visiting my Kigo of the Kat haiku blog. I appreciate your warm comments.
I love this piece of yours-the way it flows back and forth like the waves of sleep. It really is remarkable and has a truly classical feel to it.
You may like to visit my main blog, Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes, where I share most of my poetry.
Kat
write away, this is lovely, the images make me feel like writing...
that was a remarkable piece...some of the lines just grasping, wonderful! the concept as a whole, oh so relatable (thanks to your imagery)look forward to reading more :)
Tamarind, These words of the "Sleepless Bard,"are so very much the reflections of thoughts, moments, hours, days, spent with words longing to voice the passions, the quests, the knowing, the need, the delights of life's offerings, the wondrous spirit within this gift of time.
With loving gratitude,
Rose Marie
And yes... "There's a poet lying
Staring at the sky..."
...she takes to brush and paint, and offers you the colors given to her heart...
http://apogeeart.com (Skyscapes)
How well your words know me.
collect the scattered pages, fill the ink, spend a thoughtful sleepless night and keep writing ..
followed the link from rediff.. beautiful poem with so much intensity and depth!
HI TAMARIND-
Beautiful writing, thoughtful and sensitive, provoking and calming too. And I realy appreciate your visiting my blog and for your loving comment.
Love Gail
peace.....
Tamarind, just glanced through this one real quick; and found delight in the words that brought the images alive; very evocative, and yes... runs deep
Loved it!
And thank you for dropping by at my space and reading and writing on so many of the writes there :)
welcome to my blog,
please feel free to look around, we have a Thursday Poets' Rally going on,
welcome in.
http://www.jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com
Jingle
Thanks you Tamrind....Hope I will always find here kuch Katti metti....and this will not go in to hybernation....
me ra
such a wonderful write...you have a brand new fan... :)
Beautiful words of waiting, gathering, and merging with the muse of nature. The ending stanza captured the flow of creation at its best! Lovely words and spirit to this poem. I think most of us relate.
And so glad you've taken the leap into blogging, Tamarind! I hope you enjoy the wandering. :)
That is music to my soul, looking forward to more of your words to leave echos on my soul....
This is a great piece of work, I like the form, and the persistence of some words really made your point, a lyrical poem on its own, Try to find a musician to make it into song.
This is a very beautiful poem. So peaceful, so free.
"... an ink less pen" is a very powerful expression. There sure is a Bard of some quality in you. Hat's off to you, dear Bard!
I enjoyed this poem very much. Thank you for posting it. :)
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