Because she could not stop for death
He stopped for her briefly in carriage.
Her hyphens are a stopping for death
Holding breath to smell jessamines… 23 more words
2 days, 11 hours ago
The yellow leaf is not an autumn leaf
Before falling into the camera frame.
When inside frame it will not fall off
Like the painted leaf of O’Henry last. 39 more words
2 days, 19 hours ago
We have no bang theory’s poem.
If things turn bald, you go west.
God is in the mountainous west
If there is a narrow pass to pass. 25 more words
3 days, 22 hours ago
A soft pink of the wind palace
Does not jell with a poverty’s
Blazing red tie-and-dye saree
Too kitschy for our proud art,
Too sentimental for our souls. 17 more words
4 days, 11 hours ago
Let me say my images
And live life in images
I hear the trees falling
In the forest of dream,
And every tree falling
In every forest of sky.
4 days, 13 hours ago
One wonders what wakes him up in stomach
When crickets rake in silences in dark bushes.
There is the strawberry sac of juice that grows… 74 more words
6 days, 8 hours ago
I sit in the hut of my own inside
With an outside that has a dog.
This window filters my outside
Just this much , not much else. 37 more words
6 days, 21 hours ago