Ochre Limbs

May 22, 2010
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branches stretch,
in ebony night, jeweled
with beads of rain,
glinting, like liquid fireflies.

retiring, to bed she sees
twigs contort, to clasp
tears gravitate, from crooked
silver cascades, through ravines
carved in cragged

rain murmurs her to sleep
a voice of honey
lullabies, as she dreams,
of pearls
splattering on ochre skin
trickling, through arches
of her cragged

wooden strands, graze
crystals slip
from bark, fingertips
melody dissolves into a
rain’s decrescendo
begins, to wake her.

her course skin, bristles
waiting, for descending
her fingers graze, for
to jewel their flesh,
arid rings.

her arms stretch,
in ebony night, to clutch glass

her fingers horizon,
to drink sweet ,waters
as branches become,

her arms tingle
for rain to seep,
unable to feel,
the quench
of silver
her fingers stroke
they quiver,
then twinge
at parched flesh
upon her cragged

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rain drops said...
Jul. 13, 2010 at 12:33 pm


Very nice poem. The description is very good and  feelings are very well explained.

Take care,

Good luck.


4Giti-buri said...
Jul. 12, 2010 at 7:56 am
Way to go ! Keep it up !
Saheli Banik said...
Jul. 11, 2010 at 5:12 am


Disha - my sweet friend, feeling so glad reading your sweet creation on a sweet thought, ... its great... try more for us.....


with love

a charmed reader (Saheli)

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