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decoding
1.
doubly blunt crayon bit
her overused favourite
was fairly enough
recreated magic-
hissing crackling
over broken leafbeds
intertwined kingcobras
spindled in a vertical rush
amongst fragrant screwpine
massive-thickety bushes
-pondside
peacock purplish dna-s
ran
in mingled codon-junctures
multiple-s(acr/trand)edness
read
in and out until beyond galaxies
2.
turmeric-dipped threaded talisman
made through a copperish hollow
fastened over the racing wrist
the yellows of auspiciousness
signalled way back
before happenings
in the mangoish-draped saree
dream-mirroring
coincided right next day
3.
city-shuttling in serenity nights
highway toll bridges-
their heightened
metallic roofings
smeared hazy, the mercury lights
accompaniments: gleaming reds greens and yellows
smelt petroleum oozes in the queued-up lanes
-made
midnight thirsty
of the immensive
incomprehensible spreadsheet
in the calling
unlike redundant midnight oil
burnt
over dead pages
Published 12th Jan 2015
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12th Jan 2015 6:41pm
This poem brought up the image of a child coloring the pages of a scene that slowly gives way to a much less colorful urban reality. The poem separates itself from its child like nature by stanza 3(Many obvious metaphors here). As well as a child coloring without any rules.
14th Jan 2015 4:54am
Many thank you Matt fr your insights. Yeah, you felt the way it was constructed, the varying sequences interconnected within n among stanzas with the common 'decoding' theme felt within Am always delighted to have your thoughts in my pages, tq:)
12th Jan 2015 9:21pm
merely crayons coloring your vision, your 'dream-mirroring.' & out of the dream, the reality of heavy traffic stranded on those bridges...
Yeah, merely her purplish blunt n short crayon n what she drew like crossing helical dnas set off a spark of its n related events' decoding. Tq JF for your read n words:)
Anonymous
13th Jan 2015 11:24am
was thinking of fire,the color black,the clouds,the darkness,loss of eyesight...
many visions you bring,dear Uma...
many visions you bring,dear Uma...
14th Jan 2015 5:00am
You have a beautiful mind n soul LeFay..ur read n reflections are insightful.tq dear:)
13th Jan 2015 6:32pm
Uma, this reminds me so much of one of my favourite poems... Koos du Plessis' Sprokie vir 'n stadtskind.
this is truly lovely, Uma, much enjoyed xo
this is truly lovely, Uma, much enjoyed xo
Ahh..shadoe, i am sure going digging fr that your fav one mentioned with translation. Tq dear fr being here n leaving ur valuable feedback, xo:)
14th Jan 2015 12:48pm
that was v.inspiring to know of him Koos Doep n his writes..esp. this story of a city child. very insightful of u there, read on n inspire more dear xo :)
