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Asansol!
an alkaline station
where families of the past
swim in oxygen
reserved for local baloons.

Hawkers cry on streets and doorsteps
I try to sell my iris
before the train window.
Nobody trades
with
faceless memories.


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Asansol
there is loneliness, dereliction and desolation here... there is the still, sad, silence of one amongst many, desperately searching for human warmth, summed up in "I try to sell my iris." sorrow elegantly executed. moving, this.

Shannon

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: February 9, 2007 )

i don't know why,
but i liked this poem. very much.

j.jd.

( Posted by: johnjohndoe [Member] On: February 9, 2007 )

Asansol
Dear Shannon and J.Jd, thanks.

( Posted by: difficulty [Member] On: February 9, 2007 )

iris gilded
good poem

( Posted by: FranFair [Member] On: February 10, 2007 )

asansol
Thank U,Franfair.

( Posted by: difficulty [Member] On: February 12, 2007 )





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