Noun

Noun

A Poem by Abhra



Often out of the blue
I am driven to populate a list,
like Herat,
of things you cannot take from me.
You bloom like Genghis
and its citizens like spiders.
traveling far..
nomads in the inner shadows
the gatherers of oblivion
and like the sudden dew of dawn
I decide that I am the Khan
in their escape
razing them in the ruins of
unblemished paper
Sack and siege
until all verbs surrender their claims to action.


© 2015 Abhra


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so very pleased to linger a moment here

Posted 9 Years Ago


So many nouns are possessive, they burrow right in like an invasion and lay seige, but what can not be stolen is in the mind ,heart and soul, those things can not be claimed by any noun we do not wish them to. No matter how many 's there are out in poetry land. Brilliant always.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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-- some very chilling word play here... and i agree with Maestro Ed...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Abhra

9 Years Ago

Thanks you Serah!
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9 Years Ago

-- you're welcome, monsieur...
it is a wonderful thing to encounter such skill and bounty of heart

Posted 9 Years Ago


Abhra

9 Years Ago

Thank you for such a glorious review Ed. It means a lot coming from a fellow traveler.

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Kennesaw, GA



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