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.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012


The Colour Red

It shall be the happiness after tomorrow,
Perhaps;
Let off by some sigh, but
The wind here grows only stronger,
And sun’s scattered beams,
Take leaves red and rub their sallow,
So now they must gleam green;
Watching us with orphan eyes,
As we sit suspended together,
Unsure;
If dusk would spill its secret dust,
Or would it be just the two of us,
Our mutual darkness;
And a ceremonious incense,
That just wouldn’t light.
There’s a fire raging below,
Like a red gash from a scimitar;
Bleeding black earth,
Burning the sky,
And filling our caress with tender smoke;
I look up distracted,
And find its careless smudge-
A crescent moon that barely breathes,
A crimson drop incompleting the horizon;
I taste a familiar tinge that drowns,
All the other bleeding senses out,
A drowning vortex of vertigo,
Calls an unfamiliar name to echo;
That, and the many uses,
Of the colour red.



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