Sometimes at dusk

This does not read like things that break.
These are not words that come in the form of seas.
These aren't words that froth and foam silhouettes.
This isn't a story that runs like color
or a soon to die out torch.
Neither is it about pieces that add up to a whole.

This is about sitting beside rivers with
the transience of this and that.
Punctuated occasionally with gaps and enough room for elbows.
One, merely out of courtesy, nudges at mosses.
The one's that come from old things, like embers,
like poetry and rain.

They come to live and die like old friends.
Brother in arms.
Soldiers on their deathbeds.
And I write to leaves and lucid things
that bear the mouth of closure.
In which you float like a softly hewed kite
in the alleysways of my mind and settle
on its borders like dusk.

Reviews

[Stammers]

This is about sitting beside rivers with
the transience of this and that.
Punctuated occasionally with gaps and enough room for elbows.

Let me know when you get published.

[Abhra]

Thank you for reading and commenting. It is really kind of you. But somehow I am not too keen on publishing. Don't know why. :) So I might remain unpublished for life. How have you been?

[Stammers]

That's pretty interesting. What is it that leaves you a little cold when it comes to publishing? read moreThat's pretty interesting. What is it that leaves you a little cold when it comes to publishing?

I just think you're too good to not be read more widely. You deserve to be published through some more respected contests, at least.

I'm pretty good, hope you're well yourself?

[Stammers]

Sorry, I missed your comment about 'Don't know why.'

What do you *think* it is. Ha. My brain shouldn't be working out loud today!

[Abhra]

I am unusually lazy for one. :) finding a publisher and going through the motions seems such an onerous task. I would rather be far away from it. But thank you so so much for being so kind :)

[Abhra]

btw my silly laptop or the site is not letting me read your entire comment that you made earlier. "That's pretty interesting. What is it that leaves you a little cold when it comes to publishing?" It says read more but does not show me anything. :)
so if you find me not responding to your comment in its proper context please know why. :)

[Stammers]

I can't understand why people are so eager for it either. And its not kindness, its deserved. There are not many people on this site that I think are really talented (though granted, what kind of judge am I?)

Happy writing :)

[Abhra]

Thanks :)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

What great writing, I think this is a powerful insight into the workings of your sharp and intuitive mind and all that is important, a serious, quality piece, thanks

[Tree]

Nice to see a new poem from you. As with your other works this poem spoke to me. Earthy and contemplative you take us deep into the mind of the thoughtful writer... A place of haunting imagery, and fluid dreams. A poem that like the mind cannot be described, but only felt... terrific piece, Abhra.

[Corset]

yey, you are back, kicking butt and taking names. This poem is music, this poem is a gentle breeze, this is discovering and allowing room where there was none before, this is the wiping of the dust from ones shoes before entering a friends home, it's respect and a little understanding for the heart that has a place for open minds and new experiences of life, and that's ok, that's meeting life without assumptions and that is a f-ing beautiful thing, your poem brings down the house once again, the roof is on fire, where do you go when your poetry is so quiet for so long? You really should post more my friend. :)