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Along the Cusp

Thursday, September 10, 2015 , , 6 Comments



Along the fence door,
at each side,
there was a road.

A hilly terrain
flushed and kissed
by rain

and the greens grown in all moss.
All most in the uniform semblance
the roads had a poetic resemblance

One lead to the sky,
through the meadows.
And other ending up to maybe
to the wooden window.

The window between the woods and stone
windows, which I call home


Would you stay back in the confines,
in the comfort of your place and dine?
Or take on a journey of unknown
a quixotic walk to auroral sky

Between your unborn dream and to definite
the boundary stood still
a wooden enclosure, a barn gate
doesn't matter who built it
what counts is if you can open the same.

explore the world and
return back to your den.

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I wrote this poetry within 20 minutes basis the picture prompt from the Magpie Tales. The thoughts expressed here were the very first thing that came to my mind. In case, if something doesn't fit the bill or something that you liked, I would be happy to hear from you.



The autor is half Human, half machine. Go Figure or just revel in what I write

6 comments:

  1. It's such a beautiful poem, refreshing and vibrant:)

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  2. I like the road leading to the window. Otherwise, some proof reading would help. lovely poem over all

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    1. Dear Michael thank you for your feedback.
      I have checked this poem with Grammarly before uploading. Let me know what proof-reading you are talking about in a free form poetry and where? Do reply

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  3. Refreshing lines Ekta. Wonderful piece, I just loved it.

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  4. A beautiful journey.. Yes, it is a refreshing read. Loved it, Ekta.

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