Monday, December 21, 2009

junction.osi

' the pub owner '

the brackish taste of his own sweat
begs a parole from the gulag
of daily drudgery,
of the mayonnaise
the ploughman's grub
the bittersweet cocktail,
served to the visitors
filling his space ,
where laughters intersect
the inside atmosphere ,
so he moves outward
to throw birdfeed
to the passerine
to the meadowlark
perched on their cherished haunt
a tree without a leaf
without a shade
of schadenfreude ..


/ original / z.g.


[ .. to everyone-everywhere -

` a very merry christmas ! ]

9 comments:

  1. Oh...I feel intersected here in a flow of special words..!

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  2. .. u r right ' if '

    i feel the same way ..

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  3. This is a special piece - it is truly felt.

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  4. Lovely one :D....Have to admit, I need to rush to dictionary to understand few words.

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  5. I had to find the definition of the last word... when I did... my first reaction, was Wow.

    It made the whole poem pop with meaning. This moved me deeply.

    ~April

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  6. Yes the gulag is the key to understanding the sense impressions of people's humble daily actions - for some a gulag - for others paradise you so see this in your work. thanks

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  7. Such an interesting poem! Yes- I hit the dictionary as well- learned some new words- thanks!!! Happy Holidays!

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..namastey!~