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Lakescape

After the rain wets the ground, a damp, naked silence, floats in air on the wrong side of the moon. A strange mist, like a post coital whiff envelops you savagely. The testa breaks. A forest heaves beneath your nails. History moves through the layers of family. You become a forgotten saint, an archaic reminder of half-solid truth. Green mirrors reflect a fading sun. Wasps are climbing on a presence, for a kill. A lake drifts in the yes to stun the departure. You breathe death dreaming a blue flower. SATISH VERMA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/30/2010 11:49:00 AM
Thank you for posting your fasinating poetry here at PoetrySoup so we all may read it Satish. May your weekend be one of good health and may you find joy in living and find buckets of inspiration along the way. Wishing you the best in any contest you have entered or are going to enter this weekend. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/30/2010 6:37:00 AM
Beautiful write for this Sat. morning...thanks for sharing.....Michael
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