Images In Poetry Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Images In Poetry



This wordy struggle went on for too long
It is airy words which chased beauty-thoughts
While several filigreed images filtered light
At the back, a flung radio played on the roof
While Bukowski watched the sun shine
On the woman’s behind up in the air,
In the garden, his folded figure on the window.
A little heaving bird on the electric wires
Played high drama in shrill baritone, you see,
A real thing, not an insubstantial phenomenon.
Poetry came and went with wind and rain
Premature and dusty on fragrant creepers
Their flowers became stars on moonless nights.

(Reference here is to the poem “A radio with guts by Charles Bukowski)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lee Crowell 13 November 2008

Jag I'm a huge Bukowski fan. Thanks for this poem, it's a nice tribute to the man. I wrote one as a tribute to CB also, it's called 'give us chinaski' you probably are aware that Henry Chinaski was his alter ego.

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