Day 17

 

Almost thought I wouldn't get the mental space to write today what with so much going on with the hacked email account and countless well wishers calling in.

But finally I did.

Today I.e. Day 17 prompt was to write a poem about at least three of the five senses.

Feeling It

The call of the cuckoo bird 

Like a deft crochet needle 

Diving into sound

Knitting laces of octaves

Moss on cliffs 

Arching it's back in abandon

Craggy chins velcroed to emerald cheeks

Grey aching silently beneath the brilliant velvet

Wise, aged tree barks

Stenciled in warm brown and crimped tan 

Resin, sap, nectar running in rivulets

Filling tiny creeks of wood like tears filling eyes

Sensations run from nature's spigot

I hear them, feel them, see them

In my knuckles reaching out to them

Even as I parcel them in my lungs for next life

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Another review of my book on boloji.com

Mamta Agrawal is a force to reckon with, when it comes to reviewing Literary books. I have read many reviews by her in the past but have to say that she has excelled herself in the review currently posted on boloji. And the fact that this time the book is my own, is purely incidental. Her review has depth that comes from a broadly read mind, it has that extra quality that comes from a exquisitely sensitive soul and the comprehensiveness born from a thorough reading of the material being reviewed. 

I'm truly Honoured to have my book so diligently reviewed by Mamta. 

Here's the link to the review: 

 

http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Mobile&sd=Articles&ArticleID=15813