7 am: fog.
bubblegum clouds against a pale blue sky
and the edges of the moon are
blurred
wispy like
the smudge on the
car window
frosted opaque except for the
words you traced yesterday.
and the horizon is orange now
as i walk into the fog
carried on a fragile
wind.
(Poetry Friday roundup here.)
amazing. I love the "frosted opaque" verse. And the last one. In fact, I love all of it!!! It's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWow. I wish I could write like that!
ReplyDeletethis is very good.
ReplyDeletebtw, is your blog snowing?
ReplyDeleteYes, it is snowing :)
ReplyDeleteyou have such talent.
ReplyDeletewhen do we get to see a book of poems from YOU?
very beautiful, Priya.
ReplyDeletewonderful!!!
ReplyDeletei love it when people can describe in colour like you can..
Bubblegum clouds....i never would have described them like that, but as soon as i read it was like, wow thats exactly what they are like!!!!
i will definitely be keeping tabs on your writing
Lovely poem--I especially like:
ReplyDeleteand the edges of the moon are
blurred
wispy like
the smudge on the
car window
Unexpected imagery, and beautiful. Thanks for sharing!