the poet as a lover...
that traverse from your eyes to your lips
and then break into a surreal flame
urge me like a moth to hum paeans
and perish at the threshold of our kiss
:-)
© Dan Husain
September 8, 2005
Labels: poetry
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Labels: poetry
4 Comments:
hi.. leaves you with the sense
of the insect immolating on the
flame- but
the metaphor of rain trickling is
somewhat in conflict with the
flame. wonder if you struggled
with this too...
I see no conflict Prof. The rain drops become so tantalizing by the time they reach the beloved's lips that all one wishes is to emulate the shama-parwaana tale. :-)
Cheers
I think you get five dollars just for using the plural of "paean" and getting away with it.
how many more Blogs with "Coffee" as the central idea...
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