Wednesday, August 26, 2009

allow.osi

' cosmos '

their blood has tainted the sky red
their hunger burns like many suns
the birds speak a prayer for them
it's their thought on the door pharaoh

allow

the day crumbles into shadows
of depression , like anthracite
till a nebular spark somewhere
should burn this coal to dawn somehow

allow

/ original / z.g.

( just words _ dedicated to poverty )

7 comments:

  1. I have known days like the one you describe.

    Thanks for these.

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  2. Each time I read this it becomes deeper. It's incredible how much meaning is revealed layer by layer. Powerful and intriguing.
    ~April

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  3. Hi Zoya, I do like the idea of the coal burning until '(to) dawn, somehow.'
    Other thoughts just a thought provoking too!
    ..

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  4. Zoya that is incredibly beautiful.

    Its wonderful play of words.

    Loved it

    Shraddha

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  5. Wow- very powerfully layered and stated- loved it!!!

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  6. Such a powerful piece.. your narration is like a stark assertion, very, very potent, in the garb of wonderful verse.. you paint with such striking, defining hues.. amazing!

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..namastey!~