Short Haltingly Poems
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Two
fawn stood
beyond Dale's
grave and fed on
fallen acorns. A
doe, then a second deer
haltingly drew near. One buck
hung back where grass met woods, head raised,
watching. . . like my dear brother - apart
from family, yet not too far away.
Caught up in swirling emotions
Not certain which way to turn
Torn twixt desire and devotion
Hot hurting anger to burn
Fearful of folly and failing
Franticly feeling the way
Haltingly hesitant holding
Sanity sucking away
Dying to do it today
“Hi. Do you have a minute?
I think Id like to get to know you.”
Form:
Right on top, you were inching slowly.
United in hate
they were tracking you.
Trespassing the epochs
you want to go back in stone age
to retrace the steps
of a homeless sapience.
In the brown desert of high hunches
you were treading haltingly
hounded by rivals,
utterly unethical.
You drew a circle
without a center,
readying for a guillotine.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
SOMETIMES, WHEN WE LEAST
EXPECT IT,LIFE PULLS THE RUG
OUT FROM UNDER US.
UNSUSPECTING, AND STUNNED
WE TRY TO PULL OURSELVES
TOGETHER; TO RATIONALIZE, TO
UNDERSTAND THE MEANING IN
AN UNBELIEVABLE SITUATION.
AND SO, WE MOVE; CAUTIOUSLY,
HALTINGLY, STUMBLING ON AND
HOLDING ON. JUST KEEP PUSHING
FORWARD, NO MATTER HOW SLOW
THE PACE; BUT MOVE FORWARD
OUT OF THE DARKNESS.
A mood as dark as a winters midnight
Haltingly adrift, she is rudderless
Bound to a coastal route
As she nears the quay, she cries out
But emits no sound
As strong currents
Guide her soul
To deeper depths
And perils
Where light has no importance
A salient angle away and afar
She collapses in upon herself, like the Black Hole
Black does not describe its murkiness
She is lost to humanity
voices beckon to me from inside
as distant lonely echoes sigh
I hear their voices pleading
telling me to step back
from the precipice
of my despair
not wanting
the end
now
and
I stop
haltingly,
hesitating
to reconsider
the value of being
opposed to self-sacrifice
and selfish lack of concern for
those people who would mourn my passing.
written September 20, 2021
She sit's solemnly in the weed choked garden.
Frightened so frightened.
The colourless sky above, rain trickles down like a slow running waterfall.
Hopeless so hopeless.
She sits up slowly, the pain radiating her entire frail hull.
Tormented so tormented.
She lay's down haltingly on the wet viridescent grass.
Frightened so frightened.
A light begins to shine, knowing god is with her on this journey
makes her feel enlightened..... she sleeps.
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