Our Doubts
by Debashish Haar
Monday, June 28, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Our doubts rise
on the waves of a tempest,
on the great sleeves of wind,
on the towers of hope,
in the pulpits
where leaders preach.
Our doubts wear
a dress that looks
different from different sides;
it has folds, curls, and holds
the dirt and sweat
of our lives.
Our doubts speak
in the muteness of empty cities
where glass houses house
silicone dolls.
They are humps of haste
made of warm clothing
and narcissistic pride.
Copyright ©2007, Debashish Haar, All Rights Reserved
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
6/28/2010 |
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| Unique constructs that contain fab imagery. Leaves an impression in my mind of our "throw-away" culture, in terms of its "haste and waste", wisdoms that are easily disposed of - hence the doubt. Fascinating thoughts, thank you. xx |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) |
6/28/2010 |
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| Awesome poetry. |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
6/28/2010 |
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Fine and meaningful imagery and symbols, Debs. You provide pause for thought here within your verses. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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