Thursday, November 5, 2009

Woodsmoke is a blanket

Unlike the silent sheet
of morning mist
or the shroud of fog
leading evening into night
woodsmoke is a blanket
spreading like a story
raconteured by a fire's crackle - twigs telling
how tree droppings were brought home
bought free by poverty
to smoke and slowly cook up
small helpings on big plates
for cavernous little mouths
gobbling morsels
seasoned with lots of smoke.
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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 19, 2009 at 4:36 AM

    Love the manifestation of thoughts on woodsmoke. :)

    Lakshmi again (RTMC)

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  2. Anand VishwanadhaNovember 19, 2009 at 11:08 PM

    Thanks again, Lakshmi

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  3. NeuroticNovember 24, 2009 at 12:56 AM

    Hi, Sarthak here, I read all ur poems....especially like this one for its social context...and the beautiful use of metaphor.... wud be interesting if u can take this idea forward...

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  4. Anand VishwanadhaNovember 24, 2009 at 10:32 PM

    Hi Sarthak, glad that you liked the poem. Don't know what you mean by taking the idea forward. Do explain!

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