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Daddy Daddy, it was just like you said
Now that the living outnumber the dead.

Where I come from it's a long thin thread
Across an ocean, down a river of red.
Now that the living outnumber the dead.
I'm one of many.

Daddy Daddy, it was just like you said
Now that the living outnumber the dead.
Speak my language.

Hello. Hello.
Here come the quick. There go the dead.
Here they come.
Bright red.
Speak my language.


- Laurie Anderson song

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Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Words on a Glass Frame










Words on a Glass Frame


I.


alone,

my visions sway

between

reason and magic


calling your name softly,

I resurrect you

in this song,


our feet are wet again,

touching,


our ghosts

lost in the sun.


II.


daring dancers

on water,


time, piano, fall.







6 comments:

Deeptesh said...

This evokes a sense of voodoo surrealism.I like the soft magic in the second stanza.This one lights up the mind quietly....much like light evanescent thoughts.'Time' and 'light' add a whole new dimension.And the entire piece sways gently between magic and rationality .

Shahwar Kibria said...

why are the words inscribed on a glass frame? why not something more durable?
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zorlone said...

Hi there!

This is my first time to visit this site! Very good imagery here! There is definitely something that the writer sees that we can't.... something more than the descriptions on this poem.

Thanks to Deeptesh I found cool poetry blogs.

Zorlone

Saima Afreen said...

Tales are written on mirror frames appear Illusive , making the difference between what's surreal and real blur. The words evoke both pleasure and pain.

ishani said...

u have started saying more by writing less it seems!! was a bit late reading this one. great.

Sujoy Bhattacharjee said...

This one reminds me of beaches...