seaside lore

seaside lore

A Poem by poddar kushal

Seaside lore

She strolled down to sea at dead night.

That was the last of her seen, yet.

Legends roamed there and giggled with

Pebbles. Whispers of darkness were

So soft.      

Smokes of poor men’s fire rose from slams.

Wet nets of fishermen glisten

Dripping mature sadness on sand.

Lights and shades play with a lame dog.

So soft.

 

© 2008 poddar kushal


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This poem really is very evokative. I can just picture the entire scene! For me that's the most important quality poetry should have.
Because of the sea shore, it also made me reflect on the Natalee Holloway case ... so sad, like the sadness I feel reading this poem, but for an entirely different reason of course.
Very strong imagenary! A joy to read!

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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has a sing-song rhythm , much like the ocean itself. You used powerful words that in just a short breath told a full tale. I always enjoy how the reader has to "think it out" nothing is ever just given away.

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

your chosen words cradle the images and move with the shushing lullabies of the ocean. softness, sadness. serenity of sorts. there's just enough detail to give me the habitat of this daughter of lore. i love this one. (sorry about the 2 for 1. )

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your chosen words cradle the images and move with the shushing lullabies of the ocean. softness, sadness. serenity of sorts. there's just enough detail to give me the habitat of this daughter of lore. i love this one.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

On the first line, "dead night" should be "dead of night" (unless it was intentional). I love the swiftness of the poem and the image you created.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i have strolled the beach at midnight
it is dark with a slight glow
glow of the moon not even full
the moon not bright enough

the stars do twinkle
often wonder who is looking in their sky
wondering who is at that twinkle
there is such time in distance
that i'm dead before i am seen


Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like how you painted blurred lines of the visuals in this piece, it matched the "softly" parts of it.
Soft like the feel of the foam of the water at the shore line.
Very nice P !
Kelly

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A wonderful profile, my friend.

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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poddar kushal
poddar kushal

kolkata, India, India



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life and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..

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