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Conferred Guilt

A felled tear reflects the rainbow. I wait for the night. Moon had promised an audience. Yes, I will sit beside the moon, will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining: the heat, the dust, the life needles and expressionless faces of trembling angels. The heroes were disrobing and attacking the pyramids of undoing. I sweat and reel in chilly mornings. A primitive instinct takes over the nightmare. The spoons become the swords. SATISH VERMA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 3/24/2010 1:12:00 PM
"expressionless faces of trembling angels" oh, yes.... "I sweat and reel in chilly mornings".... "The spoons become the swords" Satish! You are a genius! :)
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Date: 3/20/2010 5:23:00 PM
I enjoyed reading your poetry and I wish you a wonderful weekend filled with love and inspiration Satish. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/20/2010 10:47:00 AM
A compelling poem, Satish. Especially enjoyed the line about the spoons becoming swords. Speaks of the confusion between reality and dreams so well! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 3/20/2010 5:16:00 AM
"the pyramids of undoing" is some line - I like this write a lot Satish - A fab share -:)
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