Short Amniotic Poems
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hunger gnaws haplessly
harvestless, stark, earthen womb
sparse amniotic fluid
vacant calcified corpses
emphysemic ether blooms
Hyperbolic
Parabolic
Symbiotic
Life
In the amniotic
Catatonic
Platonic
Life
In the mnemonic
Esoteric
Symphonic
Rhythmic
Life.
in
her waiting room
we wait
in amniotic air we incubate
and emerge with a surge
in a birthful purge
one month
after
eight
(April 9 2016)
It kissed your lips
Rubbed your back
Your desire reflected
By shared dreams in a watery
Amniotic fluid world
A mass of cells
With developing heart
Blood flowing in vessels,
But eyes closed, blind to your needs
Poor you
You’ve fallen in love with an embryo
Between want and desire
few crumbs of words
will not satisfy.
Facts and perception
build a latticed smile
between tears.
Discreetly life catches
a miasm, a fault
to commit suicide.
When will the exile end,
of hope, a holy womb?
The stink was rising.
Amnesty for amniotic fluid,
fetus was dead
Godmother was crying.
SATISH VERMA
i like the way a dog/cat
licks my lips
i like the way
nobody admits to it
the whole time
everyone grab ****
amniotic
a need for milk
and spinning
through it
i cleave to breasts like a
milk farmer
to profits
but i need it more
now that
it has completely
split
leaving me
leaving you
and i'm selling
my wits
Between want and desire
few crumbs of words
will not satisfy.
Facts and perception
build a latticed smile
between tears.
Discreetly life catches
a miasm, a fault
to commit suicide.
When will the exile end,
of hope, a holy womb?
The stink was rising.
Amnesty for amniotic fluid,
fetus was dead
Godmother was crying.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
The lake is black, high country water,
ocular.
Beneath the surface, a species
reflected in an amniotic sky.
There are three here,
three progenitors
searching for the lost children
of mankind: -
water, sky and
that which watches.
Three wombs that wait expectantly.
The water stirs,
something born too deep
wants to emerge.
Let it!
Flow the water mercurial,
lapping foreign shores;
in amniotic heaven,
endlessly explores.
Ripples ever growing,
spread in rainbow light,
expanding and refracting,
filtered clear and bright.
Connected to the babble
of the whispering water's voice;
plugged into the gentle
rushing symphony of noise.
Flow maternal tears,
streamed past lips upturned in smile;
pools and leas and waterfalls
for mile on mile on mile...
Morning
When you wake up each morning a
great start of
the day is a
glass of
amniotic fluid originating from
the womb of a
woman with a
baby or
babies inside her so
you can diagnose the likely abnormalities in the
foetus before they can be
abnormal. Possible side effects: part or
total memory loss, instant employment in
the public sector, parking tickets will
follow you around, stalk you, and
you’re voice box may turn to
static mode.
Every writer's work
a soulful surgery
we draw from mysterious
substance, submerged man's core
in fluids indefinable – amniotic sea of source
buoyant, yet only mistily determinable, unknown
were it not for subtle leaking
sort of a chill, in search of its draft
a stutter, keeping its voice from
apparent reason
how can I truly love
my God! my Christ!
when trapped on a page
with a pen pressured down
mostly always printing in
favor of
self-serving
human treason