Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Because:
a garter snake slid over my bare foot
We are happy walking on the dead,
sea breezes milling with the herbs ground down
on the hard pestle of the earth
“Wall Street says that cake sales are low”
Or to put it bluntly
“Cake is fizz”
1. denigrate obtuse and active verbs pronouns
skewer the sieve of the optical sewer
release the handle that holds all the gates up
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The trees are equal to the wind tonight.
Our thoughts are in a foreign town. One dream
gives the lemon wings—and the orange flight.
For years, I'd heard how much
my mother missed mangoes.
Now I miss mangoes.
Who would have thought—too much simultaneity:
The Swan Planters hovering above the windbeaten
Statue of the Virgin Mary who casts her gaze down
Even Atalanta’s tongue was turned eventually.
Parting the high raceway grasses
she bent down for that last apple,
An implied corkscrew of peel garners the apple.
For days, wholly curved, the fruit has rested here.
The high lights of various mornings have settled
There is a kind
of whiteness to the day,
everything pared down,