Saturday, November 28, 2009

Romantic Musings

Let me be the
imagination of a poet.
A soaring gull,
High over the azure deep.
In calm, in storm
or in lull.

Let me wash down
a cataract
and burst into
pure foam white.
Or be the fleeting iris
or better yet-
the leaping starry
pearls at night.
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  1. Ronak M SoniJuly 13, 2010 at 1:11 PM

    I just remembered to visit your blog after your comment.

    This is a particularly marvellous one. I love the image of "burst into/pure foam white." It captures so well the catharsis of writing.

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