Sunday, September 20, 2015

Gopkrishnan Kottoor writes

After I die,
once again, the flower plant I planted  by our home
will bloom and spread its fragrance all around.
It'll remind you of me
and how you denied me
when once, all of me was yours.

But you must not worry, as I will not care.
Just put out the light,
promise the white flowers that you were right,
Let free your long wet hair
and enjoy
the night  long perfume.

1 comment:

  1. This is the sort of "non-poem" that suggests more than it asserts that William Carlos Williams became famous for, such as 'The Red Wheelbarrow '

    so much depends

    a red wheel

    glazed with rain

    beside the white


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