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I’ve been thinking a lot about poetry and how it should be published. As part of that thinking I’m hoping to post some interviews by fellow bloggers and poets on their views about what poetry blogging implies.


Have you ever had a poem that you really love as though it were your child? The kind of poem that you would rather keep to yourself than share? I’m sure each of us has one or even several such poems that we reserve for a later date. Over time those poems are gaps that are waiting to be filled…

I am tempted to show you to the world

But something wraps you like a present

And I can not share.


The greed that purses lips

The ego that monks trample

The full stop midway that turns question mark?


It is hard to say what happens when you drive down a road

You once saw, but now looks all tropical, differently tinted,

Neuronly differentiated, you turn into Alice in wonderland, blunderland,

And the things that you once took for granted no longer promise.

Reality no prism at all, just the VIBGYOR- every strand a cue.


© neelthemuse,2012


Posted by on May 26, 2012 in Challenge, Day to day


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I’ve mentioned in one of my posts how you never really know what could come out of a picture. I keep getting surprised about how one image can make you connect the dots with a totally different issue. So when I saw this picture on Indigo Spiders Sunday Picture Press….

Recession Hits:Michelle Orai

I was thinking of writing an ode to something…though I wasn’t really sure to what. So I sat in front of my com for maybe forty five minutes( yes I have been told that writing poetry is nothing but staring at the com for a good half hour and doing nothing, which is actually true if you are honest about the exterior aspect of writing, quite the opposite of the internal hum of connect the dots). And then this came up…a conversation between two people who obviously did not like each other for various reasons- age, race, attitude….


Text fingered Android you,

Then we were adapting ourselves to technicolour, shades of grey acclimatized to

The grey  in our heads.


I’ve been down colour alley.


Colour is something we take for granted.

Rods and cones. Skies are not that blue, little black dots of salt and pepper

Like astigmatism- everything  contaminated with holes.


Even the seeing are blind- holes in the head, in the weather they spread.


See how you walk the other way on an empty street with boards that remind

Of a time.  Gizmos lie, don’t they? The colours are fading like the money drains

Down bills, down mortgages, down taxes, down education for the better life, down hospital fees.


Splat! Crack! Predictions dire. How come I’m walking toward rainbows?

How come you say the world is coming to an end when things couldn’t have been better

for the have nots? knotted no longer in their painful silences, awful doubt. I’m walking away alright

on a quiet road where

the sign boards say out of business; and I hear fix! Not the fix you’re in. So fade

fade away cynic, forecaster of doom. The picture is coloured, always was

You chose to see winter,

always did, even when colour discovered you on some leafy continent.


© neelthemuse, 2012


Posted by on January 16, 2012 in Challenge, Inspiration, Prompts


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