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Tuesday, May 03, 2005

sisters

remembering a
childhood
sharing
sweetness,
softness,
and
the sticky sickness
of a
twisted man

7 Comments:

Blogger ammani said...

Disturbing...

3:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very nice writing, but I always think prose is tougher, eventhough advertising tries to convince otherwise.

5:19 PM  
Blogger Quicksilver! said...

Hi Indira!
Your beautiful poem on Caferati led me to your blog and I am so glad i came here:-)
'Remember' was beautiful indeed and 'Sisters' is very disturbing.So much said in a few words.
Welcome to Caferati.Looking foward to more of your words there.
Have a wonderful day!
Slainte!
M!;-)

3:21 PM  
Blogger HOW said...

ABSOULTELY BEAUTIFUL AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME. I THINK MANY CAN RELATE TO THIS POEM, AND I AM GLAD THAT YOU HAVE THE TALENT TO EXPRESS IT WITH SUCH DIGNITY AND HEART. THE FEELINGS THAT YOU PUT INTO YOUR WORK IS LIKE AN ARROW STRAIGHT TO MY HEART. I, TOO, MISS THE GLUE ON THE LETTERS. THANK YOU FOR EXPRESSING THINGS THAT FOR YEARS I COULD NOT FIND THE WORDS TO SAY.

4:14 PM  
Blogger infected said...

:(

Why ....

12:34 PM  
Blogger Raju said...

wonderful economy of words

1:36 PM  
Anonymous Mukund said...

Dark, Pretty, & Disturbing...

6:57 PM  

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