indira babbellapati

(visakhapatnam, india)

First attempt at writing 'tetractys'


Moon
Descends
To my door
And grins at me
To restore my smiles and wipe my tears

Smell
Jasmine
Each evening
Fill with fragrance
May the summer perfume linger through night


1+2+3+4+10

Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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  • David Wood (5/21/2013 6:54:00 AM)

    As poets we have to be very creative and you have been with this good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (5/19/2013 11:45:00 PM)

    Creative attempt, and meaningful too, all about beats, balance in a measured manner...a thoughtful attempt! ! ! (Report) Reply

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