The Wait

April 27, 2011 at 9:51 am (Amitava Nag, Poetry)

The float bobs
once more,
the angler waits –
hooking himself
to the bait.

I pay out the line,
the reel runs out
the fishing line,
the rod – bend
further away.

The sky above
is blue with love
I move up
for the roe –
the angler holds back.

– Amitava Nag


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April 17, 2011 at 8:14 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)


this moment on

the big green


the greygold

skies of song

unleash their


that become words

in your mouth

as you talk

in the darkness.

You are the

dance of silences

the story of flesh

and bone

the mirror of rhythm

the form of recognition

you are me

and I am you.

– Dominic Alapat

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