sometimes
misconstrued
in a fluorescent grove
where malachite petals
marry emerald blades
verbose biting chews
too close to the cheek
among a confetti of bees
amid undulating bumps
of raw superfluous air
interdimensional entities
of spectral occurrence
wave with graphic-less suave
to gurgles, to coos, to hehs
seek noodle communication
to a bouncing mistaken few
using the eyebrow medium
of coincidence
a babbling infrasonic tool
of curious happening
sometimes
misunderstood
exhume, with heed
supressed benevolence
they fly shapelessly
in quartered skies
aloof in mocking flight
frilly, frothy entities
divebombing ghettos
exacting urban sprawl
chance upon neonates
and families out picnicking
feeding babies whose
knowing smiles to air
see, or do they?
– beware
Aeriforms
Categories:
infrasonic, fate, flying, mystery, nature,
Form: Free verse
The Battle for Independence
Going up the stairs leading to her flat the steps appeared to be in pain not used to anyone walking on them at this hour
The kitchen door was open I entered into a bare, but clean room no modern kitchen equipment here, but an old wash basin made of tin hung on the wall
The living room was equally bare Pictures on the wall had been taken down yellow squares showing where they had been, and simple furniture except for a big table near the window, I pulled out a chair and sat down to a profound silence, so awesome I fell asleep.
When I awoke the room was compact of infrasonic voices I had to struggle to get up to fight my way to the door and open
it into the kitchen, a mighty power tried to hold me back
tearing at my very being
Finally, I was out of the house and onto the darkening street
trying to breathe normally and lit a cigarette inhaling deeply
feeling relieved I had escaped.
I walked to the town center what I needed was to see people
hear music and see the color of life.
The past had nothing to do with me anymore, I had fought my way to freedom. The price was high, a sailor in the stormy sea of humanity
Categories:
infrasonic, anger, anniversary, blessing,
Form: Blank verse
Be laid:
with your private wounds
beside me.
For otherness.
Can you come out from?
your flesh, and watch
the ribs, becoming
infrasonic ?
The desiccated dreams,
inhaling the fire,
drinking pain. You have
come full circle.
Can you describe the
journey of dead souls ?
Without tears ? Are you
going to reject the end ?
The ruins are always a beauty.
Satish Verma.
Categories:
infrasonic, art,
Form: ABC
The midday dazzle lays off by the maiden daytime
A solstice ray parades over my eventide jollity
The solitary hour bosomed by the bambini’s elfish prime
An ecstatic hour greeted my heartfelt puerility
The infrasonic twittery of birds melded by the sundown cosmic time
A gentle breeze solemnly pass by my stargaze eternity.
The daylight soulfully sonneted by the sunset bliss
An allayed euphony coupled my awaited sapidity
The blessed souls savored by the moonlit soul kiss
A wishful rhyme pulsed my heart with chastity
The shadow of fantasm abided by the solely muss
A blended mind’s eye captured my evening salsa verity.
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Categories:
infrasonic, art, happiness, nature, passion
Form: Lyric