Agra Poem by Samuli Lampinen

Agra



Moment takes its time
in the shadows of the nine planets,
because it carts a sun
for all of them.

Four white pillars
in two rows,
three colors - black

gnawing this camera
to its very bone.

Agra
Friday, March 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: travelling
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 30 March 2019

A fascinating poem, although there were parts I didn't understand. Welcome to Poem Hunter!

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Samuli Lampinen 30 March 2019

I am not sure you have to 'understand' everything in a poem to have it work. Maybe inconceivable things make us tick... Thank you, Kim, it's good to be here.

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Chinedu Dike 29 March 2019

Well conceived and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing, Samuli.

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Samuli Lampinen 30 March 2019

Thank you for your fine comment, Chinedu.

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