uhhhmmm. i'm still alive.


interludes

the streetlights aren't allowed to peek in
but they try nonetheless,

slim fingers between the blinds
casting luminous lines on the ceiling.

summer draws up her legs
to her ample bosom,

a child-woman unconsciouly sexy
as she sleeps in the night.

draw closer to me as we shimmer in the quiet,
a pair of plucked strings still resonating.




Poetry by Arti
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Written on 2008-09-22 at 03:45

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You certainly are Arti, and this end of summer and beginning of a cosy new season in your year and otherwise, are fabulously evoked here....loved the peeking in streetlights, it affected the whole tone and depth of the poem imo. Great job, smiling at you, Tai
2008-09-23


Kathy Lockhart
Arti your mastery of the painted word is so evident here. You pull this reader into that place and I become the person beside you feeling and seeing the emotions so vividly created through your poetry. I love the images of:

slim fingers between the blinds
casting luminous lines on the ceiling.

draw closer to me as we shimmer in the quiet,
a pair of plucked strings still resonating.

Well actually there are no lines that don't deeply engage and involve me in your poetry.

love ya,
me
2008-09-22


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so full of atmosphere Artie, a beautiful poem

Elle x
2008-09-22


weirdzarun
This poem, to me, gives off such a strong, invisible vibe. It took me a few tried of speaking the first couple verses aloud to grasp it's vernacular, so to speak. Honestly, this poem, to me, represents loss of innocence. It almost says "rape" to me. I don't know if that's the desired effect, but I like the piece nonetheless. It's different, and I like that. Excellent work.
2008-09-22