Much I tried to bare the bines,
As straight as I could be,
Caught laced, always, in those tangled vines.
Until – disarrayed – I broke, and heard the chimes.
Original poem, 'I Understand.' Poetry Contest, Liberum Divisa 2.
October 30, 2020.
Categories:
bines, fate,
Form: Free verse
I traced along the battered spine,
But it was not in me
To brace along those tattered lines.
Much I tried to bare the bines,
As straight as I could be,
Caught laced, always, in those tangled vines.
Until – disarrayed – I broke, and heard the chimes.
I have learned to mend,
With every step along this battered bend.
Categories:
bines, self,
Form: Free verse
I awoke to the pungent smell of perfumed wisterias;
Bursting from twisting bines hang masses of purple blooms.
In far away Wuyuan I know Springtime sits upon many
Crowded terraces;
Again I long for you...our cozy little rooms.
Categories:
bines, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
wisteria bines
wrap around a rustic fence -
counterclockwise cling
a robin weaves through raceme
its wee pretty wings giddy
4/10/2019
bines - a twining stem
raceme (ray-seem) - a flower cluster with the separate flowers attached by short stalks at equal distances along a central stem.
Categories:
bines, bird, flower,
Form: Tanka
Will you be my love?
Together we`ll build a nest of dove.
We`ll have couple of kids
And bring up them all the days and nights.
I will be yours you will be mine
We will wander together and dine.
From hills to valleys and bines to fines.
We`ll cross black hole and the forbidden lines.
Oh! My lady, silently come.
Let surrounding be deaf and dumb.
Stand frontward and hold your tongue.
Let the critic keep mum.
Categories:
bines, love,
Form: Verse
They were teaching how to butcher
the lamb
and suspend the bines with
drooping hops.
I climbed out of my ashes towards
a marinated moon turned blue in consternation.
Warts and all, here we were ready
to pick up the lost threads to start
a conversation about the hurricane making
landfall, in near future.
After the fall, graffiti appeared on
the clouds, spurting sperms
on the stars.
Satish Verma
Categories:
bines, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?