No white boats
swimming in blue
not a white spread
with blue tears showing through
the skies are
smoke, smoke, smoky
grays unbraiding out
tendrils of black,
clouds smoking cloudily.
Can I reach up
and suck in
a lungful of
this smoking wetness?
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About Me
- Anand Vishwanadha
- Hello and welcome! I am someone who is passionate about poetry and motorcycling and I read and write a lot (writing, for me has been a calling, a release and a career). My debut collection of English poems, "Moving On" was published by Coucal Books in December 2009. It can be ordered here My second poetry collection, Ink Dries can be ordered here Leave a comment or do write to me at ahighwayman(at)gmail(dot)com.
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Meet Annie the author8 years ago
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Poems online3 years ago
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An Analysis of Trump7 years ago
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Portrait of a servant leader4 years ago
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Indian in Space: A phony Socialist trick12 years ago
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Recipe – Easy Apple Halwa4 years ago
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