Phobia 29
The sun soaked the rain out
That was one dry patch
Amidst a deluge
The breeze
dusty
The hair
dishevelled rough
A patchy shower cooled it down
Wishing milestones
More none than there
Youth – with a date
5 years
29 eclipses
Teethed and weaned
Joints creak on a Sunday noon
Morning news and bifocals
Gaining tide losing time
Hang on there
Tunnel syndromes – not quite
Light ahoy!
Songster glee
Monsoon frogs – ribbid!
Paint brush stiff
Congealed paint
Turpentine vapours in the air
The spine creaks
Pages crumble
Pastels coloured dust
The muse breathes the last sigh
The sirens sing the bitter tear
Open spaces rustled tryst
Snippet shelter of trust
29 miles
29 more
5 more uneven multiples each
n times 2
First 25 counts
I count on my fingers
My toes don’t count.
posted by Manish "Diogenes" Golder at 12:30 am
2 Comments:
As number 5 and as number 29,
Just as "a" number benigh,
A trifle tryst,
Or a stiffle myst,
Entemophobia: the top fifth.
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One very sublime thought consumed me and it is that: the thoughts are conceived, pregnated and delivered in every stanza.
You will find better readers than just me.
4:17 am
I really don't know what shama ment to say. Is he praising me or not? And what is the relevance of entemophobia?...Please help me out...
11:05 pm
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