The Daily Fret~ Quest for Annus Mirabilis

The Daily Fret~ Quest for Annus Mirabilis
Starting 1 March, I shall be attempting the "Daily Fret"; a simple attempt to look for poetry in the simple everyday. For seconds tick away before we realize a life has been lived. It must not go by uninspired, unnoticed.

This blog in this respect aspires to be a Dialogue, and not just a listening post; so freely comment and participate, its a resonant communique we all crave-You to I, and I to You.

Happy reading.

Monday, March 19, 2012



The Daily Fret; Stanza 10


Cul-de-sacs

Cul-de-sacs
In shadows lie
Awaiting light
To rub their eyes
Dry

Brick and mortar
Strained from rote
Minds numb
And voices
Hoarse

Fickle beams
Through journeys dogged
Visions become
For someone
Touched

An absence
In silence mute
Stands unseen
Biding grains to run or
Fly

Cul de sacs
The mortar and brick
Tickle beams fickle
An absent game

Shadows laze
Their memories jogged
Their journeys dogged
Voices mute do not talk

Light descend
On thoughts dismayed
That dream no more
And will fade away

Eyes are home
To what darkness calls
Proof of life
The waiting game


That words in sand
Would talking thus
Hold handsFrom dust to dust

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