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rooted: where the night is without wind
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2015/05/where-night-is-without-wind.html
Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious. Sunday, May 17, 2015. Where the night is without wind. Artwork by Ulrike Bolenz. Stuck in the mud. Her hands and feet. Suppose she is searching. The geometry of her origin. The lines, that curve, and an angle. Throw her a lifeline. Netted wings, broken at places. Urge her to fly. 2:09 am, ...
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rooted: smoky trails
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2015/04/smoky-trails.html
Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious. Sunday, April 26, 2015. Smoke, not nuclear debris. Blows into the air, acrid too,. I watch the train on the bridge,. Fascinated by the train of smoke,. A dark trail in clear sky. The seeds of toil on the ground-. A much needed respite from drudgery-. I touch my nose yet again. Its amazing ...
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rooted: doggy tales
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2013/10/doggy-tales.html
Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious. Sunday, October 13, 2013. My world is inside the binds. It is expected when one has a drunkard owner. I was born outside. Thunder brought me in. I want to know. What prophet said that I have to care for a sleepy person. But yes I hold all the trumps. When my owner moves in circles. 12:29 a...
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rooted: hide me within you
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2015/08/hide-me-within-you.html
Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious. Sunday, August 02, 2015. Hide me within you. Near that river,. Close to the railway track. A body is revealed. Did she collapse there? I can see the longing in her face. Imagine her radiant smile in better days. And gnash my teeth at the waste. Where did she emerge from. So true, Gautami.
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rooted: random selections---Sunday Scribblings
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Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious. Saturday, November 10, 2007. Random selections- -Sunday Scribblings. Our routes are set,. For our comfort and easiness. No visible marks are left. Nature’s trail strolls. All through field forest and hills. With breathless simplicity,. There is no simulated shock here. 169; gautami tripathy.
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rooted: soulfully I stare at nothing....
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2014/12/soulfully-i-stare-at-nothing.html
Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious. Sunday, December 07, 2014. Soulfully I stare at nothing. What chains tie her. What deranged mind did this. The haze in the mind chains her,. The strain has almost deranged her. Lying there, she thinks of filet. Hunger does not allow to feign pride. Enflame, her eyes burn. Have a nice Sunday.
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rooted: weeds sprouting out of your mind
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2015/06/weeds-sprouting-out-of-your-mind.html
Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious. Sunday, June 14, 2015. Weeds sprouting out of your mind. I pick the mouthpiece. Speak secrets into it. You think I will gossip. But I read out a poem. Stanzas as sharp as razors. When I wrote it in the bath. A storm was brewing in my heart. My skin so bronze, not that it matters). End alwa...
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rooted: August 2015
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Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious. Sunday, August 16, 2015. If only it was just a spider. Go on, you have a feast. I will escape into solitude to meditate. My mind's engine has stopped. I want to empty it to move on. How do I generate a ghost,. Any ghost, who makes me forget. Torn, broke, I trudge deeper into the jungle.
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rooted: crystal ball
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2013/09/crystal-ball.html
Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious. Sunday, September 22, 2013. The Moth and the Lamp, Cesar Santos. Why are you peering inside. What secret stories you seek to find. I cradle the glass ball. My wings are folded. This enclosed space is my exile. My tiredness will soon make me into a pile. How I ended up here. I love the idea...
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rooted: when thoughts muddle with heat
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2015/06/when-thoughts-muddle-with-heat.html
Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious. Sunday, June 07, 2015. When thoughts muddle with heat. In that bowl of ice cream. I try to find some coolness. I am frantic in this heat. Random things springs in the mind. Sultry weather, no one's fault. Nature's way of testing us. To make us absorbed deeply into it. Is that too much?