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Anomaly

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strange,
white pigeons
lurking under
dead skies

and vultures wheeling-
devouring thoughts
with
myopic eagerness.

residual
habits dying
under the dull
pressure
of anticipated relief-

and somewhere
under less dead skies,
knowingly macabre
thoughts curdle
and become less
grotesque

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Russell Ragsdale said…
Ah yes, in this world I often see a great deal of the activity that accompanies the myopic eagerness of vultures. The anomaly of macabre thoughts in paradise is also intriguing but the vulture image carries the heart of the poem for me.
7:08 AM
Anonymous said…
lovely thoughtful words...you have crafted your thoughts so beautifully...very nice!
12:22 PM
Russell CJ Duffy said…
thought provoking indeed. rich with images that sizzle.
1:24 AM
Anonymous said…
Its been awhile yes...I have so much on ...and blogging seem out of reach now

Thanks for sharing your poem ...I felt sad though

Nasra
1:47 AM
Shubhodeep said…
russell >> it sometimes makes one blue...

kalyan >> thank you :)

cj>> where have you been?? not seen you around here since ages....

nasra>> it's natural to be sad at man's decadence...
thank you for vsiting
6:31 PM
floots said…
i get a lot of curdling thought too
4:52 PM
Shubhodeep said…
floots

we all do
4:16 AM
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