June 20, 2010

Fringes of Sorrow

She is a little girl
Deforming,
In the smoke of my Cigar
Turbulating.


We need more smoke and fire
To see her form.
Yesterday Nero burned Rome.


As the dazed night
Gives way to dawn,
I hear her careless song
From beyond the horizon.
In vain, I try to hold her in
Then this acceleration
in me, she fades away.
I sniff at the last strand of smoke
Rising from my ashtray.

(Its a very old poem...thought i shud post something as a neutralizer for the previous post)

2 comments:

poorni said...

lovely assortment of photos...keep clicking :)

still thinking said...

Strong.I really like the Rome burning connection with fire. haven't been in blogger for a while