For another time


Again the raindrops screech,

With sound of distant prayer calls

A numbness sets in

Pink, purple, point

Quietly gets into a hazy spin

Turning colourless.

With the smell of coffee, blueberries and chips

My emotion relieves,

Rage fades into melody

With sight of umbrellas afloat,

 Cement sets down

 In pasty blocks beneath the sun.

This wears off my deadness

And cars are loud and maddening again

Making me rush off my dream.

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7 thoughts on “For another time

  1. And you write poetry too!! This is a fabulous read with great imagery… I love the tone of the poem… a feel of longingness , which grows stronger towards the end.

  2. I believe dreaming is what one keeps going . And day -dreaming seems blissful I must say. Nicely penned. 🙂

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