My Own
2007 March 31
There is so much to give
But yet, I want to give you
Something that is my own
A slice of the blue sky
The yellow of the sun
A spoonful of moonshine
Half of a bulbul’s song
Few waves of the ocean
A box of butterflies
Some glittering dreams
And a fistful of life.
hey..this is lakshmi.. currently class 12 in ps…. happd to read the poem.. tryin to imagine it is unusually nice…
love it! love it!
not to sound silly, but it also has two of my favourite words (favourite because i love the way they sound) – slice and glittering!
sorry, i think i’ll stop now. :p
@lakshmi:
it’s easier to imagine at the beach. that’s where i wrote it.
@astro:
and i luuuurve the word ’slice’ too – it’s so fluid!
thaaaank you!
this piece reads familiar.. well strung thoughts
cheers
voila..read it in ur other blog…
@noname:
dinno you frequented my rarely-updated other blog!
thank you!
Bravo!
Wonderful poem. The schema of words in itself depicts a place lying somewhere beyond the words.
Regards
Amit
imdb!
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hey you, i like it! ’spoonful of moonshine’ rolls of the tongue so wonderfully. and ‘fistful of life’ is a fabulous closing–edgy, ragged.
can you spare the torture
@amit:
i’m happy you think so!
thanks so much!
@tommy:
hee! thanks! and spare me the imdb tag
@soumya:
yep, yep – spoonful is another of my fav words.
@sagaro:
can you find something different to say?
Can you review and add my blog please
http://www.formatnreload.blogspot.com
Spoonful of moonshine. Wow.
Sharan –