Friday, July 11, 2008


A passage dry
Two wet floors.
Three clips alone left upon the string.

--All in a life of silence.

Till a sound like human hand appears!
May no such human hand appear!!

Words waiting in a cue for a mouth.

Four horizontal lines upon a white page.

And words becoming mouths!

May such mouths ever move in tears!
Till the words are well mouthed into fear!!

1 comment:

Prospephone said...

You have a wonderful way of playing not exactly with words but with alphabets. It makes your work very aural.