A Journey
by Debashish Haar — Read all 156 poems by Debashish Haar
Advanced Critique is more than welcome.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Confused in memory mansions,
I walk among the images of an eye
that lost its memory
planted in the abyss:
a spiral mirror where
from the beginning a toy is falling.
The chasm where a whole desert falls,
counting time from the beginning.
The dome of my account,
where the dust pulses
and water rises.
Following this meandering phrase
I drift away from myself.
My shadows fall…
The path is now made of rocks and massifs
where words gleam under the shadows,
and the black tide of syllables
covers the page, sinking its ink seeds
into the bed of language.
I find me planted in the middle of an eye,
watching me in its blank stare…
Take care,
Sherry
Amazing imagery most vivid to the mind deep within the corners of the skull!!
Love Tinka
Thanks once again,
Calvin-n-Hobbes
Mountains high enough to need oxygen...Eileen
Harmony flows through a rich imagery depicting the contents of
"A Journey" on the philosophic-poetic world.
I enjoyed the reading of "A Journey".
Keep posting, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
P.S.:>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>The first stanza could be revised to improve its sound from the third to the fifth lines. (In a free verse the line must take full breath.)