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Cascade

quaint words
trickling down steep
stairs of thought—

disappearing
like mercury
on moist leaves

overcoming
the falseness
of dead dew

on empty platters…

Comments

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)
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.
Shubhodeep said…
anon >> wish you had left your name. thanks all the same.

cj >> thanks for the comment and the info
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.
floots said…
love the starkness of this one
thanks for looking in on me
cheers
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 :)
Shubhodeep said…
floots, polona

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

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

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

Thank you. I will visit again soon.
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.
Delicate and perfectly formed, beautiful images Sue PS What does Diaporesis mean?
Shubhodeep said…
Josie

We are all learners here. :-)

Sue

Thanks for visiting. Great to have you back and blogging.
P.S. Diaporesis means uncertain.
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
Shubhodeep said…
gel

thank you. :)
Reeta Skeeter said…
brilliant! :) Happy Blogging!
Thx for visiting...keep hopping by and so will I!
Shubhodeep said…
reeta >> sure. thanks :)
Janice Thomson said…
Powerful yet beautifully rendered images. Like the closure to this as well.
Shubhodeep said…
janice >> most kind of you to say so
your poetry is pretty disturbing, very vivid, controlled at the same time too. Excellent stuff.

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