bowl of horizon

brown pink asylum,subtleity of claims,
bore in anguish.chimes of swarming wind,
ringing the hollow pipes.the corner creaks,
candles burn without probability of effect,
drawing out in famished appetite of dearths.
fragrant smell of birds ,of native insolence,
wraith of dust, stinged in woods,
birth of birch ,yet nt in hood.
white is overridden,in birth of colors,
like fringe of frolic, in frothing bubbles.
rainbow shifts on dancing clouds,
many jewels stud the trembling sky.
high pine tree spruced up ,
across the trumpet of horizon's bowl.



Poetry by vijay shanker
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Written on 2008-10-18 at 18:35

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