Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 16, 2014

COARSE~by Indira Sadanandan


 

 

COARSE

I write poems
Not at night
Morning ,evening or noon
I write always
Everywhere at any time
In my sleep I see
Lines of poetry
When I talk secretly
I can touch poetry
When I cook I see 
Poetry in my dishes
Sometimes they boil
Sometimes set calm
My poetry is not of words
But of silence
Because I am uncivilised


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