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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515902" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Single Woman sans Technology! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hint of hacienda & a brazen romp down the hill <br>House built in sedate colors for the most part, <br>Stone colored tans, green fields stomped in red earth, <br>A marriage to time & mortality just falling short.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What those horn-rimmed unmended sagging fences hide? <br>A different story here they all together confide, <br>Open smack of blissful neglect, time-warped, forlorn place<br>Away from where those technological clans run ablaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What modesty those moss-kissed mammoth trees bare in refrain, ? <br>Like a stoic digesting a million insinuations a day, <br>And a dash of existence the overweight cattle gain, <br>Here I feel one full heart-clot of outraged jealousy, <br>Here where technology fills no pause & no cable wires block the terrain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my chest, empty spaces stood connected, <br>Where criss-cross Medusa phone wires tangled, <br>Where even in specks of silence static would enter, <br>With questions that intend to draw blood & answers that blur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With wicked curiosity & one hand on the rump of history, <br>In relation to time why the bat hangs upside down? <br>Me the city-born nihilist, should I expose this pastoral treachery? <br>Then why do I stand on the wrong end of this idyllic tapestry.//</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No binary digits conspire here, nor do plastic wastes clothe the feet-hind<br>Countryside has moved from the era of riches to wastes of a different kind, <br>From one breaking all land barriers, to one that inhibit, <br>To the era of new energies, with nothing for our future to bequeath.//</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oceanic blue skies, liquidate peach –worn clouds stormy, <br>Athletic sun takes the escalator & confirms gossip with the daisy, <br>Just like the cosmic umbilical friend, the Honeyed Moon, <br>Defies to no more be the transmitting station of all lunacy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like little lost children, wild figs &wild flowers run amok<br>With none to pluck, in a terrain of marshland &scrub, <br>No shrill locomotives, belching factories, collapsing<br>Automobiles or big-bellied planes blot the horizon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Squirrels run marathons to hoard their nuts, <br>Like half the world convinced of the future death of the species, <br>& the other half laboring hard towards it, <br>A century moving towards directions it cannot comprehend, <br>Like a baby’s happy gurglings on a well-fed stomach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sun-ripened huddled lichens &grass trespass, <br>Who said only bulls think in categories? , <br>Droning wind teases the bee-hives, <br>Whine a new strain of losing virility.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like padres promising conditional ablution, <br>Cuckoos sing and scatter a remembrance, <br>Technology &tropics weren’t built<br>To hide everything from each other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What petty life earns one here? <br>Build dreams on eggshells or one kissing spiders frail? <br>No wait! Like men’s souls faking existences<br>Hued flowers criss-cross on the milkman’s beaten trail, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trouble shooter wasps patrol, ugly mushrooms stand guard, <br>And crew-cut bushes like milestones dwell, <br>Dependable stone-walls hold together this architectural fungoid spell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here I smell the mouthwash of butterflies <br>& uniformed bees armed for combat in air, <br>As they collect rumor, pirate songs <br>& alight on neutral zones they share.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Buzzing on borrowed perfumes; mustered <br>With beetle Morse codes on pure bloodlines sling mud, <br>Red-neck hen’s strut &cock’s dive, grasshoppers<br> Wait in ambush, crickets bad-mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sun harangues the lamb” Keep within reach of her corpulent udder’’, <br>While the toothpaste white mother contemplates mortality on a weak bladder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bushes enlist to show collective will, <br>Berries strategically pinned to hide the navel, <br>Vagrant Lady-birds on these bushes expatriate, <br>Beneath the ground no bodies lie dead or overweight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chimney is on fire, someone does live here! <br>What a vat& void to mix chlorophylls &pollens! <br>All passions directed, all disciplines flexed, <br>I ask a passer-by-“Does the door-bell ring? ’’<br>Sizing me into a pinhole he cautions-<br>‘’It’s a Single woman raising 5 children.’’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x-----x----x<br>When our quest for picturesque Nature is met with choking technology<br>2004</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Seema+joglekar">Seema joglekar</a><div class=q>
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House built in sedate colors for the most part, 
Stone colored tans, green fields stomped in red earth, 
A marriage to time & mortality just falling short.

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