Short Firebrands Poems

Do not remove the hyphens.
The stars were trekking 
on foot.

All that was a mirage.
A hot rood was leading 
to a watershed.   

The wholeness splatters 
on the bank. The water,
takes all the dots and dashes.

The black tree was stark 
naked. No leaves, no fruits. 
Only the singed wood.    

You cannot make the 
matchsticks. You will have 
to rub your hands to start the fire. 


Satish Verma...

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A war was on,
(psychological)
to transgress the unwritten line.
Me, stranded on the 
sands of time. 

Day after day 
shaven heads in protest 
erupt in fury.
Firebrands join like 
ducks to water.

In camera, you 
open the folds of mystery. 
As we start reading script, 
the wounds were mine, 
and you were the sounds.

On the table, I put my 
eyes, ears and my 
father’s shoes. I come 
out in open, to take 
a shower of abuses.


Satish Verma...

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Seething skies like bloodshot eyes,
wailing gales assailing through canyon ~ 
weeping fits, ember storm cries
bristling tears with random abandon.

East to west, unwanted guests,
downsloping dire breeds with fire
fueling fest of fiery crests
aborning hells of unholy spire.

Santa Ana merciless winds breathing
capricious firebrands kindle tinder teething.


Susan Ashley
December 26, 2017


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