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If This Was the Last
If this was the last poetry contest
I would choose to call the tall waves
from the serotonin molecules
Neuron by neuron in the snaking path
cleft by cleft in a cerebral dance
the resplendent response
to the sounds of the tolling bell
through the laughing waves
from the ventricles
The soup knocked on the brains
a stirrer in the currents
It grew lilacs in the garden
softening the hardened soil
The soup sent cordial calls
to rivers dormant in a darkness
In the soup we knew the footfalls
With every sound the tall t-waves
All these from the charged magnet
the Poetrysoup contest
In case this was the last
we know we wouldn't fast
The treasure of the Poeyrysoup-glee
would never be under lock and key
Whenever fidgety in the pursuit
of an elusive thought or image
or of a glimpse of poetic stanzas
We would tap on the verdant doors of
the dear storehouse of the jewels
that never failed an avid reader
of all the forms of English poetry
After all a river is born to end
Leaving almost permanent poetry
in every bend
18 September 2023
Inspiration: Contest:
If this was the last Poetry Contest
hosted by Silent One
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Probir Gupta
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