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Index Of First Lines

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(a cutout)

The grey cat stirs upon the ledge,
The bay is thick with flecks of white—
Swift rays across the falling wall below,
The floor before my bed is bright.

From crumbling walls white-headed crows take flight.
And half out of sleep I watch your sleeping face:
Grateful for the resin-scented night.
I get up and go out in a solitary daze…

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

Comments

Adrian Neibauer said…
It is always wonderful to have an index of first lines, great adjectives, etc... at your disposal. These sound awesome and I am sure I will see them again in future poems. Well done!
10:21 PM
Shubhodeep said…
stan >> er, i hope so, but i just picked up these lines from here and there, or those which struck me sometime or the other. thats why i called it a cutout.
perhaps i'll change the title.
12:29 PM
iamnasra said…
NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE

After the day’s rush

to put pieces together

and reclaim sanity

I was so taken by your poem...

Thank you for your inspirational words
7:14 PM
Shubhodeep said…
nasra ... thanks for the praise. but i feel ur poetry is the most inspirational ive ever encountered.
7:16 PM
Anonymous said…
hey there!
ineresting work :)
happy holidays.
take care
12:24 AM
Neetee said…
Such a graceful flowing poem. I enjoyed the rhythm and the fact that is was not a struggle to read.
Wonderful imagery. It touches the senses at every turn.

Thank you for a good read.
1:00 AM
Lorena said…
sounds like a very peaceful morning. very nice imagery.
3:15 AM
Casablanca said…
How lovely! More, more :)

Merry christmas, and have a great new year!
12:29 PM
Pincushion said…
I loved the idea and for some reason they make sense, each line a story in itself..a fresh new start..just what I need :))
4:42 PM
Shubhodeep said…
paro >> hey sis, thanks for visiting. hope everyone is good, esp. uma. have a great time!
9:35 PM
Shubhodeep said…
casa, queenie >> thanks :)
9:36 PM
Shubhodeep said…
lorena >> yep, my mornings are thankfully quite peaceful

pin >> thanks you :)
9:38 PM
Roger Stevens said…
Maybe you could change the title - but you don't have to. You could, of course, make a cut-up title.

I love cut up poems - Michael Leigh and I have written a few in our time. Maybe I'll put one up soon.

And yours is a good one.

I've enjoyed your blog this year - and so a nappy New Year - and here's to lots more happy blogging and poems in 2006.
10:11 PM
Shubhodeep said…
roger >> thanks for your wonderful comment. i'm looking forward to your poem. in fact, i picked up this technique from your manual.
Wish you a happy new year too!
:)
10:22 PM
Russell Ragsdale said…
A nice cutout! You combined the line with real intent, it is a very good read. What about doing a pantoum? You'd be great at it I bet!

Thanks for the link, BTW, mind if I reciprocate?

Have a great New Year.
6:21 AM
Anonymous said…
Hi Shubhodeep
Wonderful blog. Loved the Haikus...specially the second and fourth one.
Thanks for visiting my blog and commenting there. A Very Bright and Happy New Year to You.
8:57 AM
Shubhodeep said…
Russel >> Thanks for the comment. I'm afraid I don't know what a pantoum is. But I'll just find out and give it a spin.
I'm honoured by the link!
11:16 AM
Shubhodeep said…
anamika >> thank you for visiting. I'm glad you liked the haikus.
Wish you a Happy Blogging Year ahead!
11:21 AM
Anonymous said…
Finnegan >> That was the precise idea. glad you saw through the plan.
12:19 PM
Nicole Braganza said…
Grateful for the resin scented night....I love that line...

So how does this work? You randomly cut up sentences organise them and put it together as a poem? Or do you edit it? This is a bloody cool idea!
1:22 PM
Blue Athena said…
Really nice Shubhodeep. :)

Wish you a wonderful 2006!
1:38 PM
Anonymous said…
nic >> i think i had to edit these a bit. some of the lines though are from vikram seth, my favourite poet.
2:49 PM
Anonymous said…
blue athena >> thank you very much.

have a wonderful 'blogging' year ahead!

Happy 2006!
2:51 PM
Nicole Braganza said…
Silly me ....forgot to wish you "A Splendid Year Ahead, lots more lovely poetry and writing for your wondeful audience!"

Will have a go for sure at this poetry form - sounds like fun.
3:52 PM
Anonymous said…
nic >> "wondeful audience, eh?"

Thanks, you have a rip-roaring time as well!

Have a go at it for all it's worth. And tell me, what's a pantoum?
7:35 PM
Neetee said…
Thank you for adding me to your links!
10:43 PM
Shubhodeep said…
queenie >> you're most welcome!
11:01 AM
Shubhodeep said…
silvy >> thanks :-)
2:45 PM
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