The year I became seasick
I lived in a bungalow on the edge
of a wilderness moor.
The sky and land
grappled together
for supremacy of my soul,
Inner dogs whined,
my eyes were portholes
where cats watched
the turbulent dance
of garbled mind waves.
I had to leave a wife,
but knew I could not swim,
couldn't drown, nor float.
I stumbled across high wind-woven gorse,
ghosts crying through my hair.
in the end,
the crashing sound of breakers
smashing against cliffs
made me vomit, I staggered
choking still
into a pathless night.
A cloud garden had to
wither and bloom,
toes had to learn to grip
ever shifting sands.
Time whittles,
it sharpens the bones of your throat
until you can consume
the stale and the fresh,
while riding a moon crazed
rocking-horse.
Categories:
decks, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Each card I hold is a memory
of my time with you
Fifty-six hand drawn images
that feel all so brand new
Then I hold another deck
with images all emptied out in white
hoping that you'll come back to me
one day and again be my wife
Either pen or pencil can draw the images
they will surely come to life
capturing the essense of each day
morning, noon and night
Two decks of cards of which I cling on tight
Even if things don't go my way, they never leave my sight
Categories:
decks, appreciation,
Form: Sonnet
You are dying inside me,
my little god.
I am awakening after a long pause.
The forked hazel wand
does not bend back, perched on a buried treasure.
I am disembarking from divining.
I stayed without body, nervous;
like aspen leaves trembling at slight doubt,
hearing footfalls of dew drop.
Fear of old fear arrives again,
when the seeds begin to explode
in the womb of a fallen tree.
For the spoken word, sting in the tail
becomes star-struck. Death zone enlarges on black
pyramid. Conscience is on its descent.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
decks, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?