Nothing moves
in the still haze of noon
the wind calm dead
the leaf hangs motionless
from a dusty twig
a ravaged silence
emptied emotions
burnt in the spent fires
washed away by life absent
there is no road
only a creeping desert
~
hi alaka dear,
ReplyDeletethis poem, brief and economical and yet profuse and prolific emotionally, is evocative.
It evokes in my mind the picture of a large sparsely decorated room in some quiet locality, a simmering afternoon, lazy thoughts, peace inside struggling with rebellious emotions in the head...and much more.
I like the way you have painted a huge canvas using such minimal symbols.
A humdinger!
Keep writing...
cheerz!
Quite imaginative. you are in control over content and language.Wonderful blog.Best wishes.
ReplyDeleteInteresting yet melancholy poem with great use of imagery to keep my focus. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many roads
ReplyDeletein the creeping desert