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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

23 February, 2006


For R.D.

what remains free:
stories you wove in the cold breeze
as we sped down congested roads, a patchwork
strung together by laughter, commas and silence.

what stands firm:
stone churches, white churches, chapels
and flowers wired to pews and altars, as broken thoughts flew
and formed wordless prayers for strength.

what remains trapped:
A face in candlelight,
A touch that broke through my dark dream,
tears that fell on the road i wished i'd picked up
but feared i had no right to,
unspoken words
that translated into refrains of songs,

and what do i do now?
sever etched pathways,
run through the desert, for the arrows
are beyond me, within me,
and wait for Orion
to open his portal and let loose
the angel of death?

For nothing remains...



Blogger Maddy said...

free, firm and trapped -
I admire this imagery -
we fluctuate amongst these
states -

this poem is so graceful!

01 March, 2006 09:25  
Blogger Alex said...

thanks a lot :-)

01 March, 2006 10:30  
Blogger zigzackly said...

Nisha - off topic, but there seems to be no other way to reach you. Could you mail me please? This ID at gmail.

02 March, 2006 00:00  
Blogger scribe said...

mmmm... rather wonderful, sad, compact. I like the way your words tell a tale I (as reader) can independantly imagine. And particularly like the structure. Thanks & Cheers - Anita

02 March, 2006 17:38  

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