Tuesday, December 27, 2005

September afternoon

I remembered that
September afternoon;
(already faraway)
how her eyes,
with strong velvet,
found desire
in the dusty photograph.


blacksou| said...

desire trapped in time.

i like that.

one cant be too lonely.
with that in place.

i love your poems.
it reminds me of something.

happy new year :)


Roger Stevens said...

Dusty photographs, they get you every time don't they?

Have a wonderful, peaceful and poetic new Year. And thanks for all your insights and comments I find scattered around blogland.

Shubhodeep said...


Wish you all the best for the New Year!

Anonymous Poet said...

Mmmm . . . I can feel the nostalgia.