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A window opened
The last embers of night died
stamped upon
by bathroom slippers

Dawn swept in
clearing a path with its broom of gold

only to be stopped at the sill
by another early riser
winged
©Reena Prasad

 

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The uprising


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Gleb Goloubetski
‘Autumn Breeze’

Watch me as I rise
drinking up the black liquid of night
The wind in my golden stalks

He lies on the lapping surface
to carry me away
from all that is dark

The bamboo in my basket of love
is covered with its swan flowers
The sunlight, my last sheath

I see his handsome heart
and the big stakes driven into them
but I am not a frail concept, I am Earth

out to reclaim my colours
from the paint and word palettes
of plagiarist beings called artists
©Reena Prasad  26th May 2013

Earth roots


 A leg stretched, the other bent

 he lies sprawled on her muddy curves

 their wetness, a drop away

 grassy intrusions tickling his sides

 softening rough edges

His head buried contentedly in her

 though she has pushed him out partially

 into the sunlight

 His green burdens branding their shadows

 upon him

 as he stretches further in his quest

 to fulfill their needs too.

©Reena Prasad 5th October 2012

Cloud swirls


 Soft swirls of snow clouds

 inch towards an aurulent ledge

 Tiny eyes of civilization

 blink and stare in awe

 Wearing a dressing gown of fog,

 Dawn reaches out to Day

 yearning for all the glorious colours

 she missed

 while in the embrace of Night.

©Reena Prasad 3rd October 2012