Short Jacarandas Poems

Each year in May, as Jacarandas bloom,
A  carpet of sky is strewn across the grass.
Mother Nature  wears her  delft costume,
With  a breezy sweet perfume  none  can  surpass.
And we beneath these blossomed boughs assume,
true love  upon a bed of azure  petals....

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White and red and pink
oleanders bloom--
they are blown in wind,
littering grass and
drying on the bricks
of my front patio.
Orchid trees are flowering,
and royal poncianas.
Surprising jacarandas stun;
orange blossoms, honeysuckle, 
jasmine, and acacia assail the senses,
while I, alive, enjoy
yet another
Spring!...

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The lithe traipse of night wind
tingles in my ear with faint secrets
chiming through jacarandas
and June's lavender-strewn grass.
I stand before the fatal moon,
his ivory blood trail lilting on the lake.

We'll both be gone by morning,
he to his desolate canyons
and I to my lonely bed
where I'll awaken 
to summer's lambent birth....

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In the valley of blasts
a row of jacarandas
tall, sweet smelling,

shed blue petals endlessly.
A colossus spread
on wounds of earth.

A small girl with pellets
in her belly
was searching her wounded mother.

Essense of sorrow
helps to find myself,
in defense of freedom.

In the city of death
an unbeliever like me
wants to find peace with God.


SATISH VERMA...

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You were not present.
Far from the pallid sky- 
in the graveyard, 
the marbled tears 
had become the eyes.

The meanness of the grill.
It will not fix the sun.
I stand by a river,
which was very thirsty-	
very deep.

The silent flight of a 
white falcon takes a dive- 
for the darkned moon.
The wingless poem soars high 
to catch the words. 

The jacarandas were trumpeting 
in blue flowers, of the return 
of demigods.



Satish Verma...

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