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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Senses: Diverse Renderings

The following is posted as part of the Language/ Place Blog Carnival. Issue #14 is hosted by Stella Pierides and the theme is “Locating the Senses in Language/ Place”.


Putrid, festering, naked,
Your broken hand begs
I cannot drop round pennies.

A plump and orange offering
The petals of this flower
Street litter to step on.

Trees sway in shadows
Children huddle and stare
At ghosts within.

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Wine spills, I watch
It spreads upon your heart
My signature of red.

Jasmine under my pillow
Dried and brown
Crushed memory smell.

Songs float outside
Scarves, strummed words
I wind around my neck.
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In the village
Hot earthen ovens
Mother and bread.

In the city
Hot steel ovens
Factory filled sweat.

In the mind
Hot glass ovens
Smelting with dread.

© Abha Iyengar, 13th March 2012


7 comments:

  1. I can visualise every line of your poem. Beautiful.

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  2. I love the color, smell and feel of this. Very sensual indeed.

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  3. so powerful. it took me right there, into those fragments of a day, those petals on the ground.

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