Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Littleboypoem

What poetry do I write for you? How well
do you elude rhyme - too silly, too
trivial too clumsy to gather
in words. Poetry for you must be
poetry for winter afternoons, paper
cups of watery coffee and
half-burnt cigarette
aftertaste in your mouth. Poetry for
you, as you shake your hair
loose in the evenings, your
eyes like chasing fire-
flies in the dark. You, in pictures
with laughing strangers, caught
in the corner of the frame - the little
mad boy. You, quietly
sneaking into dreams.

Poetry for you must be played on guitars
at night on a terrace, over conver-
sations on sparkly blue
fish in the sky. Poetry for you
will stop in mid-line
and laugh at itself
for pointlessness.

Poetry
for you will never suffice,
like the awkward gap between
laughters, when words are
too wrong. Poetry for you, like
so many things to be said
and so few excuses to start. Poetry
for too little time before we
forget, poetry for you
must be silence.

24 comments:

Elendil said...

I like how the poem starts with longer phrases and images and slowly dies down, a decrescendo into silence. The last stanza sort of rambles, the sentence structure and clearness of meaning breaking down into sleepy mutters that make little sense, like talking in your sleep and dozing off imperceptibly.

I like this. Goodstuff. Full of your usual poignant imagery and strange glimpses of random beautiful things. I love how you combine beauty and self revelation. Sort of like Sylvia Plath except less tortured.

JoƩ B R said...

i wont spoil it by going into long drawn out analysis of the poem, it just intoxicated me and thats it.

Fishy! said...

I have to say- I'm generally very picky about most poems, and one of my basic criteria is that it should rhyme..
But melikes this one very much, even though it doesn't..
Good going!

WHAT'S IN A NAME ? said...

has that smell of 'impromptu creativity' coming off it.
Let that fire live!!
:)

p.s- I still don't know if I can have ur link at my blog or not ?

rukmini said...

Very nice, this.

Amazing Greys said...

ur lines have that quality that makes them come back to people who read them at certain situations & times when they can relate to them. b'ful as always.

Sikan DeRouge said...

:)

october eleven said...

The cliches that are meant to end all cliches?

Royal Bengal Tigress said...

I like. Much.

Stanley Ipkiss said...

Me likey mucho. Mucho.
Going through it i visualized Gael Garcia Bernal in The Motorcycle Diaries and Emile Hirsch in Into The Wild. :)

:: Clouds :: said...


How well
do you elude rhyme - too silly, too
trivial too clumsy to gather
in words.


I loved this. :)

The Mad Girl said...

amazing!!

Doubletake, Doublethink. said...

i love the laughing at itself because of the pointlessness part, very true.

weevil girl said...

Poetry for you, like
so many things to be said
and so few excuses to start.


this also.sotrue.

i wanna blogrollyou plis?

ahona said...

with the authority of an erstwhile arse poetica and the love of an always ahona i tell you- thou art the finest poet of our generation, and the most versatile.

Chumbon and Champagne to thee!

Arthur Quiller Couch said...

Is this poetry? Because I don't understand poetry, but I like this.

the basu said...

well,unable to decide if me's able enough to comment on poetry like this.so I just say it's amazing,loved it.

addabaj said...

your poetry is like
the fresh cup of tea
on a winter morning,
the lone squirrel hesitant
yet adventurous,
the first evening wind
after the hot summer day,
the flute trail of
a gypsy band,
the promising crevices
for a cobweb rainbow,
i crave for more
and more....

Lollypop Artist said...

Love this re. Can I put it up on my blog??

29A said...

I like the structure of the poem.
A very nice diminuendo without losing volume.

Saturnalia's Offspring said...

And we trail off into quiet murmurs of words half-said, then left unsaid.
For there is no need, none at all.
And silence is poetry.

By the way, it reminded me of this:
http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/624.html

Aruni RC said...

i thought this bit was befitting.

"You tell me that silence
is nearer to peace than poems
but if for my gift
I brought you silence
(for I know silence)
you would say
"This is not silence
this is another poem"
and you would hand it back to me."
-Leonard Cohen

I guess someone might have brought this to your notice, but i added it all the same.

little boxes said...

came to this blog of yours after a long time...i loved the last line...
its beautifully written.
me likes.

Pongy Papaya said...

Poetry
for you will never suffice,
like the awkward gap between
laughters, when words are
too wrong


ei jaygata odbhut byaathar( m mad re!)
but i'v loved this one...n d beginning tooo...lovely!