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My house is on a sloping road And it’s great fun to be I see people passing by But they can’t see me. A sudden heavy downpour Surprises the afternoon Hurly-burly, scram and scurry It won’t end … Continue reading
this is how it always is when I finish a poem – a great silence comes over me and i wonder why I ever thought to use language!!<
it was pouring rain and it took me back completely to H W Longfellow’s The Rain in Summer. took a picture and wrote a poem for children in Ye Olde pentameter. It was fun. will post a couple of stanzas … Continue reading
tired feet trudge upstairs. turn the key, enter dusk-filled room, home at last!! Godhuli literally means the dust at the cows feet. In Indian literature, it refers to dusk, which is the time when the cows get home. everyone … Continue reading
the delicious feel of clean, warm dishes, fresh out of the washer