A Snake of Rickshaws
onto the street, a meandering snake is there,
crawling, creeping in wayward wavelengths,
coiled with the lives of many being the skin of
this vagrant; venomous just for me because
I am a vulture of voluptuous veal, vying for
a guttural chord to escape my throat, to convey
the monotone of fear, that which resides, creeps
much like the snake of rickshaws does in my sight,
.
it is there right along my nerves, pulsating venom
through me, to its prey: the vinyl vessel of life
.
Photograph clicked 18 March’14.
have you ever seen V for Vendetta? all the Vs made me think of the momologue from that movie…ha…traffic def can climb my nerve, all the busy-ness…quite the menacing in your words….
hope you are well. smiles.
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Yes, I have seen the movie… love that monologue by V.
I am doing alright. I hope you are doing good as well. 🙂
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oh love your alliterations here Anmol.. the frustration of traffic.. good to liken it with a snake… hmm I think I take the bicycle..
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I love the word play & sounds ~ I can relate to your frustration about the traffic & crawling creeping streets ~ I hate it with a venom too ~
And lovely shot too ~
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oh heck… felt intensity here… the v row (v)orks very (v)ell ….smiles… traffic can def. get on the nerves.. the feel of being stuck somewhere without being able to move..ugh
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Such good use of alliteration and metaphor in this one…and the whole poem works together really like a rant.
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Agreed about the very good use of V in this, the snake like curve of the rickshaws (much like our taxi stands over here) good frustration, hopefully it cleared for you.
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