the toll of the bell
resonating through my brain
drilling my body into the ground
a cumbersome book clung to my head
and with the next clang
the book opened revealing
a house balanced on my skull
the drilling stopped
my breath slowed
I became aware of my fingers
the peal fading into dusk
the house stood before me
beside it a mango tree
grew strong and tall
with heavy fruit pulling
the branches down low
Namaste, namaste
2 comments:
I like images more than modifying phrases. The last part of the poem that begins with the mango tree can be made into a nice haiku, I think.
But the modifiers alone are interesting, too.
amazing! strong poem!
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