A herd of clouds is grazing on a distant convoy of mountains while a bevy of whitecaps upsets the rhythm of a flock of boats netting swarms of silvery fish pursued by angry crowds of gulls.
Even the horde of trees shudder and retreat before the bucket of breezes and a protest march of sand blows amongst the city of dunes and a one only lonely sun watches and weeps a constellation of tears.
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6 comments:
Lovely chook!
Those words would sound great spoken over a chill-out tune I'm working on......would you mind if I give it a go?
T-bone
I would be honoured T-bone, can't wait to hear it!
I have read very few good prose poetry in blogs and this is one of the finest!
handful of words says 'heartful' of imagination and emotions...
You are too kind Shubhajit. I have little of your way with words.
wow! breathtaking!
and that ending:
and a one only lonely sun watches and weeps a constellation of tears.
a small well-cut jewel... worth to be read a hundred times!
no kidding... i'm serious!
:)
You can't believe what your words mean to me, from a poet of your standing.
Someone said that poems come to them like a gust of wind and so with me, I turn around to see the damage left and find a sapling amongst the broken limbs.
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