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December 22, 2012 Poetry, Writing No Comments

End of the world is nigh meany did say. Some thought we’d perish in fire and others felt in ice. According to the Mayan Calendar, on this day 21.12.2012,comes the end of an era and an end of one of the three calendars, not the end of the world.

From Robert Frost
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Penang – In the vicinity of Armenian Street

December 7, 2012 Poetry, Writing No Comments

TO DON

Don in Penang
A wooden bench, a camera bag,
beside a tree drizzle laden.
Wind stirred leaves invite
singing sparrows to branches.

Don on pavement old,
rutted, cracked, earthy and
once Armenians walked here
men, women, children. Shadowy
lanes deeply history dappled.

Don in Penang

Don loved. Smiling
relaxed, eyes liquid blue,
no words spoken.
Photographed, history made,
here today, here tomorrow.

Leela Panikar Nov 2012

William Carlos Williams

October 31, 2012 Poetry, Writing, WritingReading No Comments

William Carlos Williams – a poet of great distinction.

The Hurricane here topical and succinct

The Hurricane
by William Carlos Williams

The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven,
it said, go to it.

William Carlos Williams, (September 17, 1883 – March 4, 1963), was a family doctor and had a successful literary career as a poet, novelist, playwright, short story writer and an essayist. I most appreciate his economy of words, and the clarity and freshness of his work. He is a modernist and his works portray imagism, subtle and strong.

may 13

May 14, 2012 Poetry, Writing 4 Comments

A May day. Sunday. Thirteenth.
Waking to perfumed oils and
candles smoky snuffed. From a
a starless dream that belonged
to a night not spilling secrets.
A village dawn no sky, no sun
just storm. Lightning flashing blue
thunder crashing. Blossoms blown.
Seeds sent to other gardens.

Magenta Rain

From above morning sun stolen.
Patio magenta, bougainvillea strewn
Delighting wet film of grey.
Frogs greeting from tunnels hidden.
Rhythmic. Answering calls come
echoing from friendly frogs.