This wordy struggle went on for too long <br />It is airy words which chased beauty-thoughts <br />While several filigreed images filtered light <br />At the back, a flung radio played on the roof <br />While Bukowski watched the sun shine <br />On the woman’s behind up in the air, <br />In the garden, his folded figure on the window. <br />A little heaving bird on the electric wires <br />Played high drama in shrill baritone, you see, <br />A real thing, not an insubstantial phenomenon. <br />Poetry came and went with wind and rain <br />Premature and dusty on fragrant creepers <br />Their flowers became stars on moonless nights. <br /> <br />(Reference here is to the poem “A radio with guts by Charles Bukowski)<br /><br />Jagannath rao Adukuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/images-in-poetry/
