DISEMBODIED GRAPHICS
reminders
of
impermanence
inspired
beleagured
&summoning
apprehension
in
oblivious
symmetry
uncanny
a
dreamlike
affinity
magnetically
formed
within
an
unattributed
enclave
energetic
reminiscent
explosive
coherent
surreptitious
pulsating
captivating
. glistening
prismatic
miniature
unusually
complementing
engulfed
in
a
beguiling
innovation
glowing
vaporously
a
fantastical
whimscal
reverie
transient
understated
with
eccentric
graceful
simplicity
GRAPHICS
figurative
contractions
initiated
deliberations
in
prized
ideals
sharp
stunning
&effortlessly
emblemmatic
a
magical
legacy
of
liberated
wonder
I had him reserved superb name
Simply to awaken the flame:
Grey Floyd proclaim “Never to fall”
This saying in Reception Hall
For Praised Artists’ Exhibition
That should address Inhibition
A crime make of Prohibition
And quite ignite The Ambition
“Yeah, I have seen all of Floyd’s Art
And could bet they would feel a cart!”
My homage where Artists gathered
Plus ‘Famous’ who had him fathered:
The Ever Loved for a Sculpture
Of Busy-With-Carrion Vulture…
But Floyd was just good At Graphics,
To many Familiar Efik:
Much cheaper than Hieroglyphics
Unlike Difficult Ceramics;
It’s A Floyd who might resign
With a ban on Graphic Design…
Then, he should self urge to spread out
As this wouldn’t mean rules does flout:
I’ll be waiting to the more shout
Floyd grant The Salute of A Scout.
The sun sinks but it burns like a great fire;
All the sky’s aflame with fierce intent;
Who thinks of death as weakness, is a liar
Before the end our glory must be spent.
The graphics of the branches look Chinese
As blackened brush is drawn across red silk
Infinite yet countable my days
Running like a river without silt
Thus I am not transcendent in myself
But joined to all that lives I feel I am.
So in conjunction we will find our health
Ambivalence contains both lion and lamb.
The fire of orange leaves me with a glow
As into night I with all creatures go
Drunk at
midnight, playing with
moon squibs.
*
Hearing-
a nocturne,the spirit soars,
when you are drowned.
*
A galaxy
invites me for a night vigil.
Some elixir will rain.
Satish Verma
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