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On a very hot day of the summer

Posted in Where Nothing Rhymes by Bharat Iyer on April 24, 2010

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  1. isthisrequired said, on April 27, 2010 at 6:45 pm

    I love the last tag, it really was like the lines on a page. Actually, anything with lit references.

  2. Bharat Iyer said, on April 27, 2010 at 7:12 pm

    isthisrequired – Hey! Thanks for dropping by. :) First comment too. :D Since you’re talking about the tags, am I to presume the poem was terrible? :P

    I actually wrote this as an exercise in imagery; a way of getting rid of images in my head that weren’t fitting in anywhere else.

    • isthisrequired said, on April 28, 2010 at 10:41 am

      Haha, no, “terrible” is a strong word! It is simplistic, but not pretentious…in fact, some phrases are positively thrilling, like “defiant blue” and the image of the wilting flower. Your explanation makes sense — it’s very…imaginable. I first read the last line of the second para as “and awkwardly laugh” which seemed like a strong, terrifying image to me, and it changed the whole feeling of the poem :D But I hope you don’t re-edit it, it’s very…pleasant and lonely the way it is.

      Ps: Your “Contact the author” page evidently doesn’t work :D

      • Bharat Iyer said, on April 28, 2010 at 12:02 pm

        It is simplistic, I agree. Poetry isn’t really my thing, I just write poetry as a diversion when my short stories aren’t going anywhere. Or when I get the burning desire to put images to paper that don’t fit into something I’m already working on. You’re right! If you read it as ‘and awkwardly laugh’ it does change the whole poem. Makes the poem lonelier. I don’t re-edit stuff after the first couple of days after writing it; by then it’s all out of my system and I can move on to something new.

        P.S. Uh-oh. I’m presuming you tried using it? :P I’ll see what’s wrong. I just sent myself a message and I haven’t gotten it.

  3. Vasudha said, on April 28, 2010 at 10:32 pm

    Poetry is your thing. When you take it seriously.

  4. Bharat Iyer said, on May 1, 2010 at 1:37 am

    Have I ever taken poetry seriously?

  5. wild iris said, on May 2, 2010 at 2:39 pm

    haha, “very very poor man’s neruda”! :)

    I like the poem. It made me feel hotter. “Brazen violence” sounds about right *sigh*
    And the last line is so perfect, it just adds so much…depth.

  6. Bharat Iyer said, on May 2, 2010 at 7:15 pm

    That tag is a hit. :D

    I’m glad you like it. :)

    i like the last line because it creates a kind of circularity in the poem.


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