Tuesday, September 16, 2008


December’s candy floss sweetness,

November’s wine scented undertones,

October’s good-luck charm,

September’s wistful delight,

August’s wet shadows on the wall,

July’s creative-cube blocks,

June’s pale dreams scare,

May’s heat wave puffs,

April’s elderly hate-curse,

March’s fairy tale love numbness,

February’s few-days fury,

January’s “gone before 12 months” fusion,

all refuse to die away.

Then I stare at the vastness of life,

Tender and furious it is!

Worse than the oceans pride,

And I wish that I could have all of that back,

with an eternal crave to freeze time,

as superfluities pinned to the blackboard of life.