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Like a Chinese Lantern

At the end of the thought was sadness. When temple lies broken a little white lotus comes up on the tranquil lake. A cute word enters the lone voice, stands down, collapses, retreats into silence. A chaste tree becomes a sage and tenderness of the ash turns into an elegy. The moon-face has frost on the eyes. Tears blaze the lips. Unbounded grief holds the space between sobs, a bodiless spark. Moons ago when sleep was a fragrant gift, the song never touched the earth. That dream sways like a Chinese lantern without enthusiasm. SATISH VERMA

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De R

Date: 8/28/2010 11:38:00 AM

Beautiful poem, Satish:) I just love Chinese lanterns...'Tears blaze the lips'- this line is just terrific. I am truly impressed. Emily

Satish Verma

Date: 8/28/2010 7:04:00 AM

Sara and Doris. Thanks for the compliments' Satish

Satish Verma

Date: 8/28/2010 7:00:00 AM

Deborah Guzzi, Thanks a lot in picking me up.When I am writing something holds my pen. I go in a trance. It is a happening.It is just a pouring out.Iam not very learned.Was not a student of literature.Grateful again. Satish

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 8/28/2010 6:42:00 AM

well written and great observation skills. I watch a special on Mark Twain and he had great observaton skills and became a great writer and entertainer.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/28/2010 5:53:00 AM

Very alluring write that seemed to have a surprise ending..Keep the creative writing flowing so that we at PoetrySoup will have the pleasure of reading your words..Sara

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 8/28/2010 5:50:00 AM

Just wonderful FREE VERSE FORM...perhaps a tiny bit of different page layout would help. Do you what help labeling your verse forms? Soup mail me & I will help SUCH a good writer we must help each other to keep growing! My favorite lines "A chaste tree becomes a sage /and tenderness of the ash turns into an elegy./ The moon-face has frost on the eyes./Tears blaze the lips."