In Satiety

by jazzy75Houston, Texas, USA

Sep 2012 817 Views 9 comments

In Satiety

Single a beat
Between brows of tawny
Red of Bengal
White of Snowy
Hooves
Fly
A ground

This tail
Of growth
Stunted
Death

Where East
Melts
Pot of West
Bones
Drier than Bangalore
Rains

This mind suspended
Belief
No breath labeled
Breathe

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Posted: Sep 2012

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Comments (9)

gnj4uBoston, Massachusetts USASep 25, 2012

Hi, jazzy75,
No breath labeled Breathe ...Though they be the natural order of things, some can simply take your breath away. [Your mention of the Bengal reminded me of the white (very rare) triplets born earlier this month in a Czech ZOO Liberec.] Nice to read your posts again!

paloma66Manukau, Auckland New ZealandSep 25, 2012

??????????????????????????::Bangalore!

morgen90210singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeSep 25, 2012

Spices of india my jazz ?

Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKSep 26, 2012

Dear Jazzy,

Your poems alway make me put on my thinking cap...I read them again and again...You are so Savvy.

PS
I could not read your other poem...For some reason I just saw a blank page...This happened to me once before with a poem by Thelma.

Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoSep 26, 2012

Now you've got me thinking

Very deep

M.M

Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaSep 29, 2012

Hi Jazzy,

You are so much the esoteric one. Ok Satiety...consume till satisfied...East and West...death, rains, melting pots....belief...it's still doing my head in

You just make me think too much

Happygolucky4uTreasure Coast, Florida USASep 30, 2012

Yes you do make one put on their thinking caps. This war of words had me rivited to the very end, I noticed your new piccy when I first came back. I love it