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Farzana Versey On wings: one book in the nest, one in the beak and spreading ink all over

Kissed by mist

November 2, 2009, 6:06 am

mist.jpg
mist.jpg

My breath meets the breath of the city

Calloused hands warmed on garbage fire

I try to see faces

Everyone is on hire

Buy me, buy mine, they seem to say

I reach out to touch the mist

It has no price tag

Yet I ask, "How much for this?"

No one hears me

Woollen caps let the sounds drown

I pick up a flower in the fog

And cover my head with a thorny crown

 

~FV

 

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Passing Thought: What is unclear? Our minds seek order in chaos; chaos remains chaos. If I call fog hazy, then is it not clarity of observation?

 

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I had taken this picture outside a temple in Delhi two winters ago. It inspired the poem.

 

Chris Rodell

Chris Rodell says:

Lovely

I really enjoyed this. Nicely evocative.

Farzana  Versey

Farzana Versey says:

Thanks, Chris...you enjoy

Thanks, Chris...you enjoy thorn pricks? Welcome to the club :)

~F