Short At That Place Poems
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After age has it’s grip on us all,
Death is right around the bend,
The world is on it’s last straw,
At that moment, at that place,
I was content,
She was Beautiful
Form:
So sung on, sung along,
Whence we carried the sun,
And miss the moon till noon,
No breakfast is cold.
Nothing is really old.
Everything is fairly new.
The present time being the only being there is.
Whence, whence...
We are at that place.
Gillian finished her first week at school
And had a very unhappy look on her face
She said to her mum who was showing concern
“I’m just wasting my time at that place”
Mum asked her “why ever do you think that?”
Then Gillian exploded in an angry squawk
“Well mother I can't read and I can't write,
And then they won't even let me talk!'
Form:
I walk a road.
It leads me to a place I have never seen.
I stop and look at that place, to see if it has glowed.
Looking for some type of glean.
The place I visit is mowed.
I try and make amends with it.
The place moves its own way.
I look at the place and the bits.
The place is old and decrypted now.
I feel kind of gray.
And I wonder how.
The place does too.
I sit there and vow.
To never never figure out who.
One day I said to love
Will you be rain
She is speechless !
Next day I expressed to love
Will you be sunshine
She is soundless !
Day after day , I have been requesting her
Will you be sky
Will you be bird
Will you be my pleasure
She is silent !
one day love says to me
You will be soil
And I shall be flower
Thenceforth when the flower kisses to the soil
Memorial of love is created at that place
Did you observe it !
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
all i remember are those cold nights when my fingers were ticking on the black pads
describing the way your presence changed the universe inside of me;
planting flowers in my minds garden.
the way you described your desires and thoughts in poetic form were like mine long falling leaves carried by the wind and drawn to the stars.
waiting for that moment to arrive at that place where you would realize that it could've
be me that would whisper those goodnight phrases right into your ear.