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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 August 28, 2010 at 11:38 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 August 28, 2010 at 7:04 AM Sara and Doris. Thanks for the compliments' Satish

Satish Verma August 28, 2010 at 7:00 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 August 28, 2010 at 6:42 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 August 28, 2010 at 5:53 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 August 28, 2010 at 5:50 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."