Peace is in, no spilling, see peace is in, just a bell jar, no argument shout, just a song of ashtray, no held up glass of colors, no eyes, the same dent, no clime of sunshine, just an old bite. A wonder blue, no ocean perchance to dream, just a copper tank, just a swim cold & dark, no whisper, no egg, no light through bramble, just that’s what is meant now noisy? Clothing in the ways the mellow hope can always sleep yet cropping there, every time there’s a waist that holds the dark mist, footsteps dwell in the breeze. And peeps in the scent of jackets yesterday-today-tomorrow. The shadows won’t ever come close. Just peace, just a wandering blue.
Debasis Mukhopadhyay grew up in Calcutta, India, and now lives in Montreal, Canada. He has a PhD in literary studies from Université Laval and extensive experience in language teaching and translation. He writes poetry in both Bengali & English. His debut collection of poetry in Bengali was published in 2005. Debasis’s recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Snapping Twig, Silver Birch Press, Of/with, and elsewhere.
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