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Finding My Feet

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The chrysoberyl sky glints
And shimmers. It’s dusk. Near moonlight.
A fever bird pauses and grins
While in my dreams I feel a slight

Tremor and break. The adagio
Is long and sorrowful and drab;
I am filled with thoughts of you:
At each insect I wistfully grab.

The dead sun rains evening heat,
My room fills with mosquitoes and sweat
Even in my dreams I fitfully breathe—
Dreaming of scribbling something infinitely great.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Ooo, I like it! More please!
2:17 AM
Trena said…
The dead sun rains evening heat,...

IS infinitely great. Keep on dreaming ...and writing!

Thank you so much for sharing:)
Ma
9:12 PM
Russell CJ Duffy said…
hey man, that is damn cool.
10:27 PM
Tabula_Rasa said…
Dropped by...
11:00 PM
Shubhodeep said…
liam >> thanks. i'm sure this aint the last ;)

ma dukes >> thanks for visiting

cj >> hey man, look who's talking. the ultimate writer of cool stuff says my writing is cool. yay!!!!

nomad >> ...and dropped off to sleep?
7:08 PM
Casablanca said…
Good dreams provide good posts. So keep going :)
12:59 PM
Shubhodeep said…
silvy >> i sure will visit again

casa >> thanks :)
3:50 PM
Shubhodeep said…
silvy >> sorry for the error. ive updated the link. cheers!!
10:36 AM
Nicole Braganza said…
yep, that is good
6:11 PM
Shubhodeep said…
nic >> ...for nothing. ;)
12:34 AM
Sue hardy-Dawson said…
I love this, what is chrysoberyl its such a wonderful word I have to know
2:02 AM
Sue hardy-Dawson said…
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2:02 AM
Sue hardy-Dawson said…
Sorry posted twice
2:03 AM
Ritesh Nair said…
It was her,
i thought i saw,
i looked at my hands,
i couldn't see them,
i remembered i was blind,
and had lost my sight long ago,
when she left,
6:34 PM
Shubhodeep said…
sue >> thanks for the nice comment. :)
chrysoberyl means "yellowish with a hint of green". I picked it up on an outing with the dictionary.

ritesh >>

it's him,
i can see him,
i racked
my un-lumescent
brain for
a possible answer;
nice profile,
wild hair,
good poems,
but i can't
understand his
comments......

[thanks for visiting ;)]
9:27 PM
S.L. Corsua said…
The chrysoberyl sky glints
And shimmers. It’s dusk. Near moonlight.
A fever bird pauses and grins
While in my dreams I feel a slight

Tremor and break.

The rhyme here, and the break between the two stanzas... Very effective. ^_^ "Chrysoberyl sky"... Like butter on my tongue as I read it out loud. Thank you.

And happy holidays, dear!
5:55 PM
Shubhodeep said…
soulless >> long time! thanks for the comment!
8:25 PM
Meenal Mehta said…
outing with the dictionary ? lol

nice , very nice job

hows everyone at home..check out my food blog..i ahve posted quite a few recipes that are new on it ;;

love
-M
2:42 PM
Shubhodeep said…
mm >> sis, that outing proved to be fairly fruitful, eh?
thanks for the comment.
evryone's better. mum had to be hospitalised for a stomach ailment. dad's still suffering bcoz of his eyes. didima's ok. i'm fine. you?
i'll visit ur food blog immediately.
:)
7:54 PM
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