Moon swims slowly
I whisper your name to the night
Grasses grow softly
on the sandy footpath.
My nest incubates dream
from your breast
Your exquisite fingers
intertwine into my short hair.
Open your cabbage-heart
Let me enter into the zero point
Open your blue-cell
Let me enter into the memory card.
Poem 40
Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007
Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen
Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8700-82-X
What an odd eclectic yet apt mixture of words, this is another beautiful piece. Well done.
10 for a zero point filled with oppositions both strange and enchanting
Open your blue-cell Let me enter into the memory card. ..... let me implant little life in it..... my strongest and hidden desire..........well conceived thought.... i admire it....10 can u just put me where did u stand last week and myself?
''My nest incubates dream from your breast Your exquisite fingers intertwine into my short hair.'' nice mixed, extended, visual, cognitive metaphor, .... touching....10+++
Veryinventive write..Stellar imagework...astute, subtle mataphoric tease...Liked this, much! F j R
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I would like to translate this poem
The moon can swim (creative, I like it) , you can use creative words, incubates...exquisite....intertwine etc...so I think to learn more and more from you, great poem. Oh, I just found your treasure on the first and last one poems, both being loved too. This one mark you 10.