Subimal Sinha-Roy Poet Quintain (English)

Mute In Trance of Rapture Contest Edited

MUTE IN TRANCE OF RAPTURE


In the island of life I like to be
soaked in drizzle of cool serenity,
find at the still depth within a new me.
Out of recluse it’s my reality,
in lone insight I lose duality.

As full moon moves slow across my sole sky
dense night’s joyous stillness stardusts dilute,
I drink eyeful while time passes me by.
Mind gets drenched in delight passions elute,
in charmed trance of rapture I become mute.

August 1, 2019
Syllable count : 10 each line (iambic pentameter)
Checked on howmanysyllables.com

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Sandra Adams August 6, 2019 at 2:10 PM your images, use of language and the flow all combine into a poetic masterpieces, beautifully penned poem~ :)

Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2019 at 9:25 AM Time weathers skin, not the knowledge gleaned within. This is beautiful Subimal! : ) xxoo