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A collaboration over too much coffee.
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09 August, 2005

PLAISANTERIE

"I hope the noise doesn't disturb your prayers,"
says the man come to clean my room.
His tone and question catch me unawares -
you'd think he'd come to sweep a tomb.

Which, all things considered, isn't far wrong
given the life I seem to have led.
The man's earnest, and the temptation strong
to tell him to lightly vacuum the dead.

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4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Brevity..apparently the soul of powerful poetry as well. This one has an element of great loneliness. Evoked dark, Wuthering Heights sort of imagery.

09 August, 2005 21:49  
Blogger annie said...

This, I like very much

11 August, 2005 12:41  
Blogger Shilpa said...

Finally something here which compels me to comment. Brilliant!

12 August, 2005 14:25  
Blogger the still dancer said...

Very Ezekielish, though I don't know if you'll take that as a compliment.
"Our silences betray us friend, I said,
He was past believing, I was old,
Collected all our prayers and they were cold,
Among the voicelss millions of the dead."
On a related note, am rather enamoured of your deft a/b/c/b/c/a scheme, the one you usually employ.

13 August, 2005 14:44  

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