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Falling . .
one enchanted April
falling puddleward into earth and sky,
in glorious, more-ious mud time, falling;
Trailing lilac tendrils and wrapped in violets
In early light by dawn time, I follow tiny footprints.
Up far into the Spring Time
Where children’s voices sing
And laughter in the bowers ring;
Falling . .
Deeper into Faery time,
Bright dream time;
Christened in pure delight
Puddle-icious and brilliant,
Priested by meadowlight
Falling and falling . . .puddleward into light.
Over the moon
and dizzy with stars,
Still, rising. . .
Categories:
priested, april, beauty, color, dream,
Form: Free verse
This overwhelming emptiness :
something to present allegorical, figuratively,
which is not here. Vultures were coming back.
A stimulating dialogue must start
to release the hostages of unknown fears.
The menacing fog was towering over statements.
Everything was turning into coal and the smoke
was streaming from the oasis.
Where we were on the impounded road
unstuck after ethnic cleansing ?
The jealous blood was coloring the greed
on the cold shoulders of priested bluff.
The beast loses the domination, bread
and milk of drifting poor. In glass house the
clouds were entering. The dissecting table
was ready to nail the sea of hate.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
priested, art,
Form: ABC
This overwhelming emptiness :
something to present allegorical, figuratively,
which is not here. Vultures were coming back.
A stimulating dialogue must start
to release the hostages of unknown fears.
The menacing fog was towering over statements.
Everything was turning into coal and the smoke
was streaming from the oasis.
Where we were on the impounded road
unstuck after ethnic cleansing ?
The jealous blood was coloring the greed
on the cold shoulders of priested bluff.
The beast loses the domination, bread
and milk of drifting poor. In glass house the
clouds were entering. The dissecting table
was ready to nail the sea of hate.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
priested, art
Form: I do not know?