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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

22 December, 2004

Setting Sun

Setting sun,
Warm hands gentle and sincere,
absorbing and caressing my eager limbs,
tulips in the winter snow reaching out
to the sky with open hearts,
flushed lips of desire,
round sphere of fidelity
and security on the blushing forehead,
onset of maturity and womanhood,
velvety beetles merrily scuttling around,
oblivious to anything else,
ribbons in my daughter’s hair flying with the wind,
and you ask why I am passionate about red.

Another Shy [Young] Poet ! Please feel free to comment... this will help unleash more power - from a pen that has remained clogged for decades.



Blogger Pragya said...

An excellent ode to red!

22 December, 2004 08:38  
Blogger Jyotsna said...

I liked this a lot.Red and all its associations..

22 December, 2004 12:47  
Blogger zigzackly said...

Evocative stuff. Good find, Max. More power to you!

22 December, 2004 16:25  
Blogger Heretic said...

Brilliant, but you knew that, right?
More power to Max is right.

23 December, 2004 17:28  
Blogger Vijay said...

Max, this is great.

24 December, 2004 12:31  
Blogger perspective said...

ooh this is beautiful...
may i know who the poet is?
i can relate to the feeling that went through his/her viens when he/she wrote it...

01 January, 2005 12:45  

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