Short Circumscribe Poems
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"Margaret's activities must be circumscribed," said the doctor.
Her husband was horrified.
He did not know women could be circumscribed.
Green waters circumscribe an island’s pallid face,
Hexagons of light, scattered jewels on the waves.
Earthly hues, against litharge seas, shimmering gleam;
Albatross wings glide, an immaculate blue dream.
The scene suspends time, and worldly cares release -
A whisper for the human eye, a quiet aurora’s peace.
If I want to circumscribe you
To revolve around you
With you as the centre
Will you let me?
If I want to plagiarize you
To replicate you
Word by word
Will you let me?
If I want to drench you with love
Emptying my heart
Ever, forever
To the brink of insolvency,
Will you let me?
Will you let me be,
Will you let me be around you?
Will you let me sing to you?
Will you let me dance to your tunes?
Will you let me love you???
@ Som
Form:
A republic finds itself in a wobbly state,
Governance shrouded by an opaque regime,
Some strands emerge together into a credible tapestry,
Many weaves yet to emerge from the loom.
Decades of simmering hostility,
Punctuated by spasms of bonhomie,
Sputtering out into recrimination—
These circumscribe our strategic choices.
The populace divided, a schism stark and deep,
Hawks and doves in stark contrast.
Neighbourhood's dangerous gaze, fixed.
A hiccup to thrive without peace.
By what perverse mental capacity
Does the bully gain satisfaction
In administering agony upon another
By what human deficiency
Does the dictator righteously believe
Their dictates should circumscribe a citizenry
By what delusional misconception
Does a people follow in obedience
A potentate’s decrees of servitude to state
By what level of constitutional dismantling
Does “We the People” have to be unglued
Before our comrades vote to remove potentates, dictators, and bullies
internal inferno
my pupils circumscribe
fonts of futility
while opportunity leaks
between my fingers
weak, bent
crippled for the moment
by cruel serendipity
it is said
“better off dead”
but the dead unheard
leave unfinished soliloquies
between dates
etched in stone
filled with momentary eternities
while i limp along
past the parade of their
final serenity
the crescendo
of wind
stirring up memories
fueling this
internal inferno
and another step
towards possibility