To the radio


Folding slow trains
of Indian music
I bet my worn carriage
the night will only
be just that
the night.

Cautious beneath the mask
of social alarm
expressions talk freely.

Daring the limited
is just about all
one breath can do
in temporary stations of mist.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-04-05 at 23:16

Tags Poetry  Deep  Music 

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Lourdes
This is a lovely write.
Got me in its clutch.
2006-04-10


Zoya Zaidi
Beautiful imagery dear Ben as always!
JUST LOVE THE METAPHOR OF TRAIN AND OF COURSE the'RADIO'!
((((HUGS))))
love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-06


Jon Hanover
This is beautiful. I love Symbolist imagry.
2006-04-06