The Season of Winter Madness

#4 Posted by Vidyanjali on February 28, 2006 9:03:41 am

Re: # 2

Nice evocative interaction! Well, thanks for helping me realise that the rhyming patterns change; it was an unconscious effort...! Maybe it signifies the unsteady mood that had gripped me while I penned the poem... I learn from my own writings in retrospect!

#3 Posted by mimzee on February 28, 2006 5:06:47 am

This is beautiful. I totally identify with your poem. I lately don`t come across a lot of poetry that rhymes and perhaps that is why this one appealed to me, even though the rhyme scheme changes with every stanza. Your imagery is very vivid, especially;

Crinkled yellow pages of a poetry book
Upon the wooden table’s chillness burns.
Thoughts are fogs wherever the eyes look;

I search for words among ashes on the floor
The wind whistles impatiently at the door

I love it!

#2 Posted by bjkumar on February 25, 2006 8:26:37 pm

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
Not all is ineptitude
Maybe reader just bit rude.

Something seems so verr-ry wrong
Sentences that are too long
And as soon we see some light
Changing rhythms left and right

Because this art was not much seen
Thy tooth is not yet so keen
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh

Shards of truth as prick the core
Keep on trying - more and more!

#1 Posted by ELUSIVE on February 21, 2006 4:17:15 pm

so true..so succintly put..

well written and well felt.

regards.