Nearly Six Foot
Of heaven on the water I wish to sing, it is a funny thing.
A small boat and sail, the size of a tiny whale.
I can do this…surely.
The water was not choppy,
It is/was not even rough.
Crystal clear and flat like glass,
best picture that can be painted on any easel.
Yet, I, we, you, us… are going to need more paint.
Things, the parts that are real, never go…
together, fixed into position, or even near where they belong,
when you, me, we… are new at something and have no teacher.
Experience is the “master” of foolery.
Done in the presence of no one. (except Him, because he laughs)
The words tipped, the seat was wet, the pole did not fit in the hole.
The wind caught the rag, that was a sail, and lifted it high, a butterfly with wings.
Surely my un-preparedness was at fault, but my exuberance to begin,
overshot the bow… and I would, and did, end up in the drink… to swim.
Alas. It is barely, over five feet, yet taller than I by half,
when seen from a watery view.
The brevity of
senryu is a simple
point to get your mess...
Date: 09/03/2019
humankind
f
a
l
l
s
the great icebergs once anchored safely in their own domain
ever
so,
so,
s
l
o
w
l
y
commence a catastrophic journey.
footsteps
below
the
ice
submerge our lies.
it was us
speedingthroughtime
it was us who overshot our mark.
One day on the trampoline, my nephew, aiming for the tree,
overshot his leap and jumped as far as the eye can see.
If you squint hard enough
you'll see it in the buff;
a minuscule dot orbiting the galaxy!
NOTE: My nephew Ethan is one of those kids where it's not enough to say he's skinny (if he inhaled enough helium I wonder the possibilities of him floating away).
between unequals
to and fro
beastly joy of horror
you want to press the trigger,
timebomb, your laughter,
and sneaky mind
restless syndrome of legs
you cannot stand on tiptoes
to review the fall
from the clouds
the moon overshot
the endless night
sun rises gently
on the window
Satish Verma
between unequals
to and fro
beastly joy of horror
you want to press the trigger,
timebomb, your laughter,
and sneaky mind
restless syndrome of legs
you cannot stand on tiptoes
to review the fall
from the clouds
the moon overshot
the endless night
sun rises gently
on the window
Satish Verma
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