1000 Watts
Turn off the thousand watts.
Pack up the moon and stars,
Roll out the thunder clouds,
And let it rip!
· Prose
Turn off the thousand watts.
Pack up the moon and stars,
Roll out the thunder clouds,
And let it rip!
By nomadsiv | December 2, 2011
A poem from a slow bike ride through Amsterdam's November rain – soggy brown leaves, a red poncho, and thoughts of other rains and a far-away warmth.
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A millipede painting with a nonsense rhyme to match – don't ask him where his million little legs are taking him, or he'll freeze and curl.
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No water in the house, gym bag left at the office, the road barricaded for Navratri – a Pune morning where everything goes sideways and the streets charm anyway.
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A snake painting and the six lines that go with it – rustling among the leaves, torn between hiding and letting you see its thoughts.
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The orange headed one Goes skiing, A whizz of color, He starts off lazily downhill, Gathering speed as he goes, Lithe and graceful, Zooming down the slope, A …
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I had written this a looong time ago.. seems like a different lifetime now. Finally got around to posting it here. --------- You touched my life in a unique …
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