O Ruby; you are my resuming red
Red, the heart of the gemstone
Symbol of love and passion
Comes to the path of romance
Takes the soul gratefully at a glance
Fountain of July torrential rain
Within rhythmic welcome sane
Dearly drenching nibbling grass
Where we're for the rabbit nurse
Rain kisses the dog, the barbed wire fence,
The floodlights of night, where camera lens
Sieges your dancing through neon lights
And silhouette of heart phantom behind
No sun and no moon there are
Days fairness and nights darkness desire
Unstoppable life force in dripping
From your scented body of evergreen
Maiden tulips and lotus on your soaked cloths
Cheerfully greet wild reunion with the inner smooth
Bluish-purple the larkspur far alone
The water lily on the brimfull pond
Bonding a grove of amorous eyes
With the red wine and craving ties
Warm and burning warm everywhere
Deaths and deceptive virus also snare
Soggy mind in the beat of window
Hearing the weep of Leo born widow
10.07.2020 Chattogram
Categories:
brimfull, july,
Form: Free verse
in our temperate dimension
brimfull of flesh humour
life's grand arena
we're all made
champions of Nod
with laurel wreaths of
hot wire and gristle,
with gilded medallions hung
on faded ribbon,
bent when bitten,
signifying nothing,
echoing hollow cries
of fickle crowds that don't give a damn
huzzahs sharp with only a blood thirst,
we shred,
we claw,
we saw all the bones,
crazy for the marrow,
sprinkle a scalp with love or not,
marinate with greedy benedictions,
basted in the eyes of grinning gods,
with just a jigger
of black hate and conviction
anyone can feast like horselords
racing hot winds on the plain
zealot riders of a crimson sage
in their longhouses darkly lie
gorging upon
flesh of ourselves
sizzle crack'd on spits
turned slowly
by shrouded imps
grinning,
ghastly grinning
at the joke
that no one gets...
Categories:
brimfull, life,
Form: Prose Poetry