i have a flower in my pocket
i have a question in my mind
i have a splinter in my awareness
i have an alter ego
who has left me
a message
in a bottle
floating hopefully
in the pool
on whose surface i gaze
hoping her reflection
will have lingered there
lazy as a smile
cute as a wink
Friday, August 10, 2007
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8 comments:
How sweet poetry can be ..here we linger in such seetness
Thanks Nasra! Of all people on this earth, I am especially glad to have added some sweetness to your day. Thanks mfor that wonderful comment, sweet lady.
with a line like 'a splinter in my awareness' you have turned this poem into something so sweet and soft...its like a gentle summer day or chochlate melting on your tounge...wonderful!
Thanks sweet Gulnaz! The moment that inspired this poem was indeed sweet and soft. It is a real pleasure for me to share it with you. Thanks for that superb comment, my sweet.
A sweet and lovely poem, deceptively deep and beautiful :)
Ya Haqq!
Thanks Irving! Although there is plenty of evidence to the contrary, as you have so aptly observed, it still is a mistake to confuse sweet with superficial. Thanks for finding the depth here and appreciating it!
Ya Haqq!
loved your last four poems (including this one)! feelings indeed are universal!
Thanks Faye! You are a determined lass u r, to wade through four of my poem. Thanks for thouse happy and encouraging words about the universality of what we experience, sweet lady.
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