<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181</id><updated>2011-10-16T20:23:00.001-07:00</updated><category term='playing with words'/><category term='prose poetry'/><category term='sex'/><category term='rhythm'/><category term='experimentation'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='impatience'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='love'/><category term='dance'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='death'/><title type='text'>Rewritten, Revised, Relived</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pritha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565860793414658109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-746481964307854067</id><published>2009-11-06T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:28:11.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>Acres of Autumn</title><content type='html'>I am the thinly watered sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Filtered through the scarlet leaves&lt;br /&gt;Of this endless autumn day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the musky thick&lt;br /&gt;Smell of burning wood&lt;br /&gt;Carried in the pliant arms&lt;br /&gt;Of the young North Wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the glow of reflecte light&lt;br /&gt;Through the top-heavy clouds&lt;br /&gt;Dancing across the azure sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 27, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This poem needs editing and a final verse (I think) to finish it off.  Comments appreciated!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-746481964307854067?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/746481964307854067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=746481964307854067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/746481964307854067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/746481964307854067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/2009/11/acres-of-autumn.html' title='Acres of Autumn'/><author><name>Pritha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565860793414658109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-2062138917798436391</id><published>2009-04-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:36:23.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhythm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Unsung Hero</title><content type='html'>I'm singing your song&lt;br /&gt;Because the world slept&lt;br /&gt;When you moved mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Because the world blinked&lt;br /&gt;When you brought in the tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing your song&lt;br /&gt;From mountaintops&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering your song&lt;br /&gt;To waves you brought to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing your song&lt;br /&gt;To ears that are&lt;br /&gt;Unattuned to the rhythms&lt;br /&gt;Of seismic underactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing your song&lt;br /&gt;Because it's&lt;br /&gt;Something to sing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-2062138917798436391?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/2062138917798436391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=2062138917798436391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/2062138917798436391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/2062138917798436391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/2009/04/unsung-hero.html' title='Unsung Hero'/><author><name>Pritha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565860793414658109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-7057014031942939181</id><published>2009-04-12T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:33:23.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Notes</title><content type='html'>I read your note yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My cheeks flamed&lt;br /&gt;A smiled tiptoed across my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read your note yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;A thousand butterflies took the skies.&lt;br /&gt;Orange against blue;&lt;br /&gt;Joy against the canvas of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read your note yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I saw it when you lifted your head,&lt;br /&gt;As I ran to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;I read the lines as your hand&lt;br /&gt;Reached out to clasp mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read your note yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Can I read your note tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 26, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-7057014031942939181?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-5557582006442965988</id><published>2009-04-12T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:19:37.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimentation'/><title type='text'>Dream Catcher</title><content type='html'>My dreams have taken flight and soared, become free-wheeling gulls hanging on the ever-changing wind currents. For moments at a time they dip, disappear behind some rocky outcroppings on the coast of this murky ocean that threatens to swallow me whole. And I run after them, hands outstretched, fingers grasping, just to catch a few feathers as my dreams fly away, just a few feathers to remind me what it was to hold a dream in the palm of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run, stumbling, gasping for breath, the sharp remaining shells of seafish cutting into the soles of my feet. Cutting into my soles, cutting away from my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean on one side, offering oblivion of a dark sort, brooding, morose, but oblivion all the same. The dreams that fly, somersaulting in the air above me. And on the other side? Lies the unknown. So I run for the dreams, I must catch some feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 5, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-5557582006442965988?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/5557582006442965988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=5557582006442965988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/5557582006442965988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/5557582006442965988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-catcher.html' title='Dream Catcher'/><author><name>Pritha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565860793414658109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-1789207657722912469</id><published>2009-04-12T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:07:00.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Protection</title><content type='html'>"Were you close?"&lt;br /&gt;I hate the question.&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Implying that I mourn&lt;br /&gt;For a man I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we were close -&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea&lt;br /&gt;The words, the love that&lt;br /&gt;Hung in the air&lt;br /&gt;Like many gossamer cobwebs&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken, but reflecting&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is precious"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I figured that&lt;br /&gt;Long before you were conscious&lt;br /&gt;Long before you&lt;br /&gt;Dared to think.&lt;br /&gt;You, who did not care for it.&lt;br /&gt;You, who wanted to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;Don't quote to me&lt;br /&gt;Words that are too big&lt;br /&gt;For your brain&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing out sideways&lt;br /&gt;Through the revolving door&lt;br /&gt;Of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death?&lt;br /&gt;What Death?&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean,&lt;br /&gt;He still stalks the world&lt;br /&gt;Still takes the onesI love?&lt;br /&gt;What right has He?&lt;br /&gt;What right have I?&lt;br /&gt;My love, I cry.&lt;br /&gt;Let my love protect&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;From the stalkings&lt;br /&gt;The ominous mutterings&lt;br /&gt;As Death, hears the ticking clock&lt;br /&gt;Of my precious&lt;br /&gt;Closely held&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 22, 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-1789207657722912469?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/1789207657722912469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=1789207657722912469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/1789207657722912469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/1789207657722912469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/2009/04/protection.html' title='Protection'/><author><name>Pritha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565860793414658109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-8541164083670762943</id><published>2009-04-12T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:00:10.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing with words'/><title type='text'>Did you feel the world stop spinning?</title><content type='html'>I caught a moment today, when time stood still. An instant, when most of the world is asleep, hanging suspended reality, between dawn and moonset. Atlas shrugged and for a moment the world stopped spinning, hanging precariously in the balance between rising and falling. Two opposing lights, the cold distance of the moon and the warm embrace of the sun warred...and for a split moment, I caught it, I saw it...while the world still slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 1, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-8541164083670762943?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/8541164083670762943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=8541164083670762943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/8541164083670762943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/8541164083670762943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-you-feel-world-stop-spinning.html' title='Did you feel the world stop spinning?'/><author><name>Pritha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565860793414658109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-8452437008554689457</id><published>2009-04-12T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:41:54.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Sabrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don’t see her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, there –&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Under the lamplight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bathed in that golden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“American moon.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She’s there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don’t see her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I’m not crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She’s right there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her long black hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Curls so softly over her shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See? You can’t see her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her long pink jacket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And her neatly manicured fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her soft, sad, smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because she knows, you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you don’t see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For pity’s sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or miss forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her faint shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As she turns and walks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You didn’t see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you, she was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What was she like, you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was the sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your hourglass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all the captured potential&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of each grain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was the nestling robin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shuddering before her first flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crying as she stumbled over the brink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only to discover the wind beneath her wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was that shimmering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Untouchable, even on film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But perfect, evasive, beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was all this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you didn’t see her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bathed in the light of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An American Moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you will never know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;January 19, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-8452437008554689457?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/8452437008554689457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=8452437008554689457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/8452437008554689457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/8452437008554689457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/2009/04/sabrina.html' title='Sabrina'/><author><name>Pritha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565860793414658109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-782590934469259547</id><published>2009-04-12T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:20:59.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Animal Lust</title><content type='html'>I'm swaying to the music, the beat is my universe, my soul, my existence. The movement starting at my hips, slides up, between my breasts and sinuously curls around my shoulders. On and on and on, my back arches, my feet find the rhythm. My legs are glistening in the brilliant strobe lights and a smile softly curves my lips. At this moment in time, I'm no longer human, but an animal of sheer lust and movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 12, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-782590934469259547?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/782590934469259547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=782590934469259547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/782590934469259547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/782590934469259547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/2009/04/animal-lust.html' title='Animal Lust'/><author><name>Pritha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565860793414658109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-6417370072994021002</id><published>2009-04-12T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:46:58.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Let me cry Your tears</title><content type='html'>Let me cry those tears&lt;br /&gt;That you seek to weep.&lt;br /&gt;Silently, hidden behind&lt;br /&gt;The shining of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etching their cliched path&lt;br /&gt;Down my cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;Burning, they travel their&lt;br /&gt;Surest way to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moon&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't shine in hell.&lt;br /&gt;Let me cry in dark corners&lt;br /&gt;Let me cry in hidden alleys.&lt;br /&gt;Let me cry in all those places&lt;br /&gt;That hide from light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to cry in the light.&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid of watching eyes.&lt;br /&gt;But crying these tears for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten how to find it.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten how to cry&lt;br /&gt;And not silently hide&lt;br /&gt;Hidden by light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you please bring it back?&lt;br /&gt;The light, I mean?&lt;br /&gt;So that these tears can glisten&lt;br /&gt;Like so many diamonds, upon my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry,&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry for you,&lt;br /&gt;For your tears that you seek&lt;br /&gt;To hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cry for you,&lt;br /&gt;Just let me cry&lt;br /&gt;In the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;So that my tears may glisten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 21, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-6417370072994021002?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/6417370072994021002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=6417370072994021002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/6417370072994021002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/6417370072994021002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-cry-your-tears.html' title='Let me cry Your tears'/><author><name>Pritha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565860793414658109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-2906056626660288396</id><published>2009-04-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:40:29.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhythm'/><title type='text'>Everlasting Transition</title><content type='html'>As though we stand&lt;br /&gt;Between the doors of&lt;br /&gt;Today and Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;On the staircase of Tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Tiptoeing warily on&lt;br /&gt;The Breath of Hope.&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting transition,&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the precipice&lt;br /&gt;Balancing on the pinnacle.&lt;br /&gt;Whether, to grow wings:&lt;br /&gt;Launching to unconceived heights&lt;br /&gt;Daring to be burned,&lt;br /&gt;And flaming, fall -&lt;br /&gt;Or to be thrown&lt;br /&gt;Tumbling, chaotic; abandoned&lt;br /&gt;Lying in the&lt;br /&gt;Confined abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though no other moment&lt;br /&gt;Will equal this - swirling&lt;br /&gt;Swiveling, moving&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth on a chair&lt;br /&gt;Wheeling from one end to another&lt;br /&gt;Only for this moment, caught&lt;br /&gt;Inside a magnified world.&lt;br /&gt;It will not come again&lt;br /&gt;And it's only a moment&lt;br /&gt;The quick snap of the finger,&lt;br /&gt;And the sudden tap of the foot,&lt;br /&gt;And the Everlasting transition&lt;br /&gt;Must become a&lt;br /&gt;Plateau'd decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-2906056626660288396?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/2906056626660288396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=2906056626660288396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/2906056626660288396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/2906056626660288396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/2009/04/everlasting-transition.html' title='Everlasting Transition'/><author><name>Pritha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565860793414658109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-3619128857085239647</id><published>2009-04-12T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:41:48.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>My dearest,&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s truest love,&lt;br /&gt;You are gone.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep going,&lt;br /&gt;My heart will keep beating,&lt;br /&gt;My lungs will keep expanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve felt your breath on my cheek –&lt;br /&gt;As you lay beside me,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve called your name for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;Scolded you for losing a sock,&lt;br /&gt;Searched the house for lost keys with you,&lt;br /&gt;For the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I,&lt;br /&gt;The “us”,&lt;br /&gt;The “we”,&lt;br /&gt;We spent so much time creating&lt;br /&gt;Is still there –&lt;br /&gt;Somwehere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though,&lt;br /&gt;My love,&lt;br /&gt;You’re gone&lt;br /&gt;And I keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 23, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-3619128857085239647?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/3619128857085239647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-6534365301284598251</id><published>2009-04-12T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:37:23.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhythm'/><title type='text'>Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;…Ooo I can’t wait to get next to you…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world’s spinning&lt;br /&gt;Comets colliding&lt;br /&gt;The axes tilt&lt;br /&gt;The moon goes black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…Only you can make me feel…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;Buckets,&lt;br /&gt;Gallons&lt;br /&gt;Pour down on me&lt;br /&gt;Desperate,&lt;br /&gt;Searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…Oh, you…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grasp cold, hard ceramic&lt;br /&gt;Gasping for breath&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this flood&lt;br /&gt;I feel another comet collide,&lt;br /&gt;The extraterrestrial shock waves&lt;br /&gt;Flow over me&lt;br /&gt;And I claw for –&lt;br /&gt;At –&lt;br /&gt;Cold hard reason,&lt;br /&gt;For my cold tiles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…Only you can take me there…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 6, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-6534365301284598251?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/6534365301284598251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=6534365301284598251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/6534365301284598251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/6534365301284598251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/2009/04/shower.html' title='Shower'/><author><name>Pritha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16565860793414658109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-147076861219403987</id><published>2009-04-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:32:57.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing with words'/><title type='text'>Light's On</title><content type='html'>You left the light on last night.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to turn it off&lt;br /&gt;Before you walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;Quietly&lt;br /&gt;So as not to disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;I pretended to be asleep&lt;br /&gt;Pretended I didn’t hear your&lt;br /&gt;Deadened&lt;br /&gt;Footfalls.&lt;br /&gt;Pretended that&lt;br /&gt;The rods and cones of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t jump in startlement&lt;br /&gt;At the sudden influx of&lt;br /&gt;Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgot to turn the light off.&lt;br /&gt;But you walked quietly –&lt;br /&gt;So as not to disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;Walking quietly&lt;br /&gt;But the light’s on.&lt;br /&gt;And you’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not to be&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 13, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-147076861219403987?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/147076861219403987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=147076861219403987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='experimentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhythm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Yellow</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was blue, my love, yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But not today&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm dandelion yellow.&lt;br /&gt;The soft yellow of the sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;As it filters through my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm dandelion yellow my love,&lt;br /&gt;You know why love?&lt;br /&gt;It's not because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was blue, my love&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bright airy sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of you;&lt;br /&gt;Because of me, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 2, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-7896138089627421020?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LwPApwVy1E/TpufeiYek8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/7naFVzsQCOA/s220/296215_10100445960059750_48911484_58022067_644594781_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7104653940908125181.post-2129224371410462156</id><published>2009-04-12T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:33:39.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impatience'/><title type='text'>Real Man</title><content type='html'>I want the real thing,&lt;br /&gt;The real man,&lt;br /&gt;The real deal.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no myths&lt;br /&gt;No legend,&lt;br /&gt;I want the man&lt;br /&gt;Flesh and blood&lt;br /&gt;Right now,&lt;br /&gt;Right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel the contours,&lt;br /&gt;Explore the planes,&lt;br /&gt;I want it now,&lt;br /&gt;I want it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Not in a minute,&lt;br /&gt;But in this moment,&lt;br /&gt;In this space.&lt;br /&gt;Snap my fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Click my heels,&lt;br /&gt;Three times -&lt;br /&gt;Here, Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-2129224371410462156?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetry-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/2129224371410462156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7104653940908125181&amp;postID=2129224371410462156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7104653940908125181/posts/default/2129224371410462156'/><link rel='self' 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memories to sell,&lt;br /&gt;Will you buy them?&lt;br /&gt;Memories,&lt;br /&gt;Effervescent,&lt;br /&gt;Intangible as the night air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you like?&lt;br /&gt;There’s one,&lt;br /&gt;A child,&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to her mother’s sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will cost you,&lt;br /&gt;Five daydreams,&lt;br /&gt;Painted fire red.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see,&lt;br /&gt;The brilliant peacock blue?&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you smell,&lt;br /&gt;The cinnamon that her mother chews?&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you feel,&lt;br /&gt;The texture of the gold thread?&lt;br /&gt;This is worth&lt;br /&gt;Five of your daydreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one memory,&lt;br /&gt;I give you,&lt;br /&gt;You give me,&lt;br /&gt;Five of your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 19, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7104653940908125181-1309602832340071157?l=poetry-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' 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