the green
the gray
the blue
the place to remain
rock over the feet
rock over the wasp sting
smooth ivory
poached in the stream
a swirl of emotions
balancing the commotion
a twinkle in the sun
a wrinkle in the continuum
glistening in the tame light
the eye
the piercing storm
boredom running down the current
sweet blackberry currant
placed in a riverbed
placed in a tear shed
jagged edges
drowning precipice
a stem broken and the petal drifts
the land is flat, and it plays in a sharp
the frown is erased in the heat
the pulse of a heartbeat
washed upon the shores
rust against the painted door
broken chords in the folklore
winter will freeze it over
spring insists for it to show
head hung low
played in a low octave
a black crow beckons wanderlust
floating figure in the riverbed
a shadow in a dent
listen to the sounds
water against water
the rush of martyrdom
the center of the iris
pollen floating in a blue sky
lost in a riverbed
lost in a stony concept
feet against the unsteady steps
the tired soul’s abyss
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Stones whisper in cold riverbed~
lost words scatter like embers.
I kneel where light fractures,
turning each shard inward.
Something pulses beneath.
Puffy white clouds
Like pieces of
Floating cotton
Shifts silently across
the blue sky
Birds of morning
Sing songs in the
distance
Fish swim in crystal water
River flows gently
Fisherman paddles
a canoe
Here I sit
Nature and I
While gazing at wonders of star gleams,
listened to wild quail as they cooed dreams.
Up and down dry riverbed came cries
of night birds exploring darkened skies.
Warm-blanket sounds to erase day's rush
Slowly sounds fade, night deepens to hush.
November 11, 2022
Love On The Riverbed
He pitched a tent on her banks
Her teeth clenched as pegs dug deep
Campfire sparks, heat's erecting
The winds howling in lost flight
connie pachecho
8/3/17
San Diego Riverbed, our home.
It has an allure for total fools.
Homeless people who are not allowed.
We risk jail to stay near her water.
To toxic to drink unless treated.
A lovely place to live, no rent due.
We create communities that work.
Together we must play cat and mouse.
The police our only predators.
A task force of eight hunt hard for us.
The game played by our rules for now.
They are winning and the loss cuts deep.
On the silent riverbed, she stood
Where the softer wind had blown
Against the ground, she glistered star's light
And eclipsed nature's splendor grown
Yet beauty tempted not my interest
Though her allure gleams upon thrones
But a sorrowful sound out her breath
Revealed a sorrow unknown
With the edge of elegy, she sung
A celestial kiss of tone
Heard angelic gentle melodies
And had my bleeding heart sewn
A mortal, mortally mesmerized
My reality away thrown
In fanciful fret, fraud my own heart
To lust for a heart of stone
Was she a more perfect life than He
So to have been disowned?
Belle of heaven, curse my tenderness
But let me join in atone
In that frigid callousness of night
Her divine shine has shown
That the saddest thing for an angel
Is for her to shine alone
A randon creation
convulsed by grief.
Death of a pendant was not able
to recall the cleavage.
Kosher scream, the grandchildren
will not know the fakes of
reality show,
pure as honey, then the
scratching starts: look the tiger
was sitting on the branch.
Miracles will happen again
when the prince manipulates
the throne.
The dust melts in the local crowd.
Amid droughts there was a rivalary
to pick up the left over grains in field
between urchins and squirrels !
SATISH VERMA
Branches falling from the trees,
Falling on the banks,
Little bridges for the animals of the wild,
Across the stream of the rocks.
A randon creation
convulsed by grief.
Death of a pendant was not able
to recall the cleavage.
Kosher scream, the grandchildren
will not know the fakes of
reality show,
pure as honey, then the
scratching starts: look the tiger
was sitting on the branch.
Miracles will happen again
when the prince manipulates
the throne.
The dust melts in the local crowd.
Amid droughts there was a rivalary
to pick up the left over grains in field
between urchins and squirrels !
SATISH VERMA
Branches Falling From The Trees
Falling On The Banks
Little Bridges For The Animals Of The Wild
Across The Stream Of Rocks
Circles form the stream
Reflecting me
But the waterfall I see
Ascends the lonely breeze
Intentions of a ghost
Take from me
This dead and dying host
Please just take me home
The thunder, rain and dust
All I see
Intentions, pain and lust
Lost and refusing trust
Standing strong but still alone
Bleeding me
Attempting life before I know
My dying heart will grow
Circles take my eyes
Breathe through me
Condescending, dying lies
Numb before I will despise
Fateful rivers and denial
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