At A Crossing One Wintry Night Poem by Ananta Madhavan

At A Crossing One Wintry Night



Light and slabs of colour
The street
Furs and shoes and ties
Wet asphalt
Tires a-squlech
No Sir
Minutes
No waiting
Red and amber drizzle sleet
Chilled fingers, shrinking palms
Ears like champagne.

Monday, June 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: coldness,wait,winter
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
From my memory of going to a diplomatic party
on a wintry day in Europe.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bharati Nayak 13 June 2016

A diplomatic party- - the wait- - the coldness inside and outside so nicely expressed.

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A. Madhavan 14 June 2016

Thank you very much, poet Bharati Nayak. You have read my offering with keen empathy. You have prompted me to keep trying to find words for impressions which pass through the mind to fast to verbalise. I cordially wish you success and wellness.

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