...amidst the ruins
silhouetted in moonlight
eyes moved in unique rhythm
to an array of tantric sculptures
a web of
fluid moonlight
seductive sculptures
all frozen in primordial desire
to a still reveberating rhythm
the hands clasped
the eyes moved closer...
28sep2009
08.23hrs
one can feel that still reveberating rhythm - the words 'moved' and 'rhythm' repeated many times like an echo create some vibration
fluid moonlight....hmmmm....like in molten silver... great imagery indraji a very nice poem, ...as usual and a lip and cup conondrum... cheers
ohh, fantastic poem ma'am... the immobile set alive by inner feeling.... wonderful composition. thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nive imagery, indira.....