1. R
wounded lights
electric that lash
the grass
on your eyes
like mantle smoke
that scorches
high end fashion
ribs fall open
when music thuds
on her skin
she shouts loud
2. R
I felt it
the drops in you
the neurosis that
palpitates
the musk
that is steady through
Silence of
purple wounds
3. K
Blue night
And the moisture
on your palace
the heat
that seals my lips
mood is
a moment's season
that looses in
the maze of your hair
And when love
unbuttons the chest
It happens
liquid flowers
for a summer
with you.
Christable Anon started with a riddle that she was told, is a poem when she was in class III as sudden as one mad afternoon menstrual start. And then she realized she has to walk miles with words. She ventured impulsively, honestly, true to the sensibilities of her surrounding, and unaware of time and event she grew up along with her poetry. Works here are evidences of her makeover; few dedicated few self-explanatory.
You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. Joseph Joubert
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Monday, April 13, 2009
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