beware
of poems
that wake you at 3.33 am
and have you bending
forward and through
your knees to rise up
on the other side
to kiss your middle back
beware these poems
can be as twisted
and unreadable
as thoughts that
keep you awake
many nights and
make you miss
the actual yoga class
so helpful to observe
the jumbled scratchy mind
and bare branches of trees
always always
butting into poetry
leaving you wondering
who plants poems
and who writes trees
"who plants poems and who writes trees" - beautiful!
ReplyDeleteIf the result is as delightful as this, I want for this patter to keep recurring, Charu. :)
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