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Cascade

By
quaint words
trickling down steep
stairs of thought—

disappearing
like mercury
on moist leaves

overcoming
the falseness
of dead dew

on empty platters…

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Anonymous said…
hey man: explosive imagery...
Excellent prose..
Its so neatly wrapped up. Delightful! Expecially at 18... All the best for the road ahead!

~anon
(clicked on one of the links at apple pathways)
3:32 AM
Russell CJ Duffy said…
nice words.

as for spilled to bloodlessness, i don't have the say so on that site to invite you on. i used to but the owner of the site took me off. have a word with enemy of the republic. see if she will ask you on.
1:31 PM
Shubhodeep said…
anon >> wish you had left your name. thanks all the same.

cj >> thanks for the comment and the info
10:59 AM
S.L. Corsua said…
"mercury on moist leaves"

Now THAT I'd like to see in slow motion. ^_^

Hullo, dear. Thank you for the visit to and comment on my site. I see yours has a new name, Diaporesis.

Do write more. Cheers.
11:39 AM
floots said…
love the starkness of this one
thanks for looking in on me
cheers
4:51 PM
polona said…
stark imagery in this one. but i enjoyed it.

thank you for your visit and you are welcome to come back any time :)
2:04 AM
Shubhodeep said…
floots, polona

Thank you for your visit. Hope to see you around here often.
4:14 AM
Shubhodeep said…
soulless

Long time since I saw you here. Hope you are good. Thank you for your comment. See you around here often.
4:15 AM
Anonymous said…
Potent words.

Thanks for stopping by our blog. We hope you will visit again.
7:54 AM
Shubhodeep said…
aurora

Thank you. I will visit again soon.
11:10 AM
Jo said…
You're only 18? Goodness, where did you get such an understanding of life at such an early age? You have expressed it beautifully.
11:36 PM
Sue hardy-Dawson said…
Delicate and perfectly formed, beautiful images Sue PS What does Diaporesis mean?
11:55 PM
Shubhodeep said…
Josie

We are all learners here. :-)

Sue

Thanks for visiting. Great to have you back and blogging.
P.S. Diaporesis means uncertain.
8:40 AM
Anonymous said…
Hi S,
I like your choice of words here. Vivid imagery and strong emotions well up inside me when I read this.
"steep stairs of thought"
"Like mercury on moist leaves"
tht ending gets me, too
7:54 AM
Shubhodeep said…
gel

thank you. :)
10:32 AM
Reeta Skeeter said…
brilliant! :) Happy Blogging!
Thx for visiting...keep hopping by and so will I!
9:42 PM
Shubhodeep said…
reeta >> sure. thanks :)
11:16 PM
Janice Thomson said…
Powerful yet beautifully rendered images. Like the closure to this as well.
8:57 AM
Shubhodeep said…
janice >> most kind of you to say so
10:44 AM
Crafty Green Poet said…
your poetry is pretty disturbing, very vivid, controlled at the same time too. Excellent stuff.
3:06 PM
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