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by Debashish Haar

Thursday, July 14, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The confusion of night is trivial
like finding moon
among those possessed
by thousands of window panes.
The darkness pours
in a glass, the drink tastes
like night, and wind turns brittle
and inebriated. 

In the morning the sun tastes
like lemon tea,
and plays shadow dice during the day.
News items pour in
that smell of poorly brewed coffee;
nearby cafes sell
cups full of stories.
After the 9 to 5,
the moment imagines 

rain play harp and conch, riding 
a wind chariot that never arrives. 

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Reviewed by Jansen Estrup 11/7/2011
You describe a very interesting condition, Mr. Haar. I've wondered if all of us are born with it, but lose it in infancy or shortly afterward when language has to be learned in order to 'describe' it. Some few, like you, keep enough to give us gems like this "wind chariot that never arrives." Mystics perceived Nagini as serpent maidens drawing the chariot of goddess Amarici (the sun) out of darkness on rays of light - Thanks
Reviewed by Axilea MU 11/7/2011
Beautiful! A fascinating juxtaposition of subjective impressions and bridges built between them by the mind.

Reviewed by Michelle Mead 7/20/2011
I love your style. Well-written and original.
Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE 7/18/2011
Aptly titled, dizzily visual little romp this. Stirred with circumspect equipoise til it is teased into a tempest of stillness. Oh, in case you haven't got the idea... it moved me.

Thank you, Debashish.

Reviewed by jude forese 7/17/2011
hey Debs, good to read you again... i always appreciated your vibrant and unorthodox imagery ...
Reviewed by Gene Williamson 7/17/2011
The confusion of night is clarified (I think) in this
fascinating synestheic trip. Love the lines:

In the morning the sun tastes
like lemon tea,
and plays shadow dice during the day.

Reviewed by richard cederberg 7/15/2011
Interesting Debashish. r

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