clear
cool
pool.
with water that tastes
of musty roots
and bits of leaf
and mossy rock
clear
cool
pool.
with water that smells
of cold fresh dawns
and tepid noons
and dusty dusk
clear
cool
pool.
and in a corner
by the log
half dragged onto
a sandy bank
he sprawls.
shot through the head.
rebel. informer.
brother. friend.
clear
cool
pool.
[published in blackmail press 26]
Chp 905. TWENTY YEARS a blogger!
5 weeks ago
6 comments:
beautiful. tragic. the deep irony and utter sadness is enhanced by the lovely, peaceful backdrop. the description of the scene and the taste of the water brings it all so alive.
thanks, mesjay! remember those hikes up in the hills to wah kadait?
Very poignant images here. And I love the ironic contrast between the outward serenity of the pool and what's happened at it.
thanks, C!
one does, however, sometimes wish one didn't have such images and ironies to speak of.
been a long long time since i read ur blog. i am sorry. i'm in sitaphalmandi. i like the punning with the caption for ur pictures. i'll comment once i've read poems.
thanks!
i live in west marredpally. should meet up, sometime. feddabonnATgmailDOTcom
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