Wired - a page that speaks

Blind - a poem

by Farzana Versey

for all those wounds that do not heal...and must not

Written in Jan 2009


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Void, a poem, February 3, 2013 


10 comments:

  1. FV,
    I must have listened to 'Blind' a dozen times today ...
    Thank you!
    TE

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  2. TE:

    Thank you!

    PS: Have you had an identity change? The name appears as Tigerseve. Had there been an apostrophe, I'd have thought it was a family thing:-)

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  3. FV

    I was waiting for that ... I knew you wouldn't let it pass!
    Noticed the 'eve' after the comment was posted! :D

    TE

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  4. Shall we say I am a dove with hawk eyes?!

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  5. FV,

    Doves are not the most peaceable creatures, you know. Pretty irritating when they duck their heads and go around in circles.

    Rather be a hawk, a falcon, a baaz ... regal, majestic, soaring and eyes ... well of a hawk!!!

    When are you adding to this page?

    TE

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  6. TE:

    Looks like we are on the same page - just the two. I like doves when they are silent. A kite and two doves are there near the window almost every day. Both noisy. I'll have to think of other fauna to identify with...

    Must add to this page. Have misplaced the podcast of book excerpts that retained some Urdu. You have not got round to reading it, yet?

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  7. "Brown" would do well on this page ... shades of brown.

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  8. Yes...from arid to soggy to hazel...

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  9. I must say, I'm a fan of yours! Wonder why your creations are not as celebrated as they deserve to be!

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  10. SM:

    The act of writing is a celebration for me!

    Appreciation such as yours is good enough. Besides, I've had my moments. There is no benchmark for me regarding being celebrated.

    Thank you...

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