Short Landfall Poems

Derek Walcott ' LANDFALL- Grenada '

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If my life
Is like the
Leaves on a
Winter breeze
What’s the purpose
Of me
This bitter breath
That flung me 
From the tree
Twisting and turning
This ballet of thirst
Naught comes
At landfall
Journeys end
Grounded
Grounded into dust
Until
This bitter breath
Once again...

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Bounty
of landfall.
I am collecting your berries.

The castle
has connived with the moat
to end an era.

The first step
ends the journey.
An avatar has accepted the bribe.

Gather the tents 
and return the sky.
My morale is sinking very low.

The dream 
will wash the eyes
to read the book again.



Satish Verma...

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When a wave
Crashes upon the shore
A wave , lost
A wave , died
 
It's not coming back
That I know
I felt it inside
Breaking
Upon me
Upon the shore
 
I suffered greatly
Upon the sea
The landfall
Was the end of me
 
The wave
That I was
Is gone
A million droplets
A million memories
All I could see
Lost
Died
What has become of me?...

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Elephants will head for higher ground 
before a Sunami makes landfall.
The flocks will sing desperate songs
and fly quickly from devilish fires.

While donning his three-piece silky suit
man-unkind kneads another infinity bomb...
as glassy moths nibble away his soul. 
Leaving their powder to humor his ashes.
Stupid-stupid man, a pawn to his ego.
...

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Night was all black.
I could not find my
hands / half-dead-

velvety ribs. I want
to rub the spikes and-
toe the line of hurricane.

The naked eye, a-roving
will search for the moon
as the superstorm was-

poised for a landfall.
To receive the wrath-
the ants will find the-

watermark and move to
higher grounds. The sea
throws up the secret of unknown.


Satish Verma...

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air depression in ocean
thick cloud sucked by low pressure…
moisture billows up

hurricane is born
eye follows blindly the track …
land lacerated by fall

storm surge flattens things on way
flood drowns the ruins…
devastation batters lives

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December 12, 2022
Syllable count : 775, 577, 757 (HMS)
Contest : Triple New Charlieku
Sponsored by : Charles Messina...

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They were teaching how to butcher
the lamb
and suspend the bines with
drooping hops.
I climbed out of my ashes towards
a marinated moon turned blue in consternation.

Warts and all, here we were ready
to pick up the lost threads to start
a conversation about the hurricane making
landfall, in near future.

After the fall, graffiti appeared on
the clouds, spurting sperms
on the stars.


Satish Verma...

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the hazy full moon lingers
to glimpse the rising sun
anxious on an island where time
is measured in hurricanes
and my voice is lost
a pebble in the languid ocean
Irma comes with certain fury
waves to capsize hotels
Monopoly gone awry
winds that punish
like the master’s whip
we wait for landfall
and my crashing 
                         h
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                            p
                             e...

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A dynast in the storm-razed
polity will ask-
for a pardon.

By choice there was
no suicide. You will
eat the clouds one day.

Taking the brunt,-
living  near the sea of
people, a window goes shut.

Curtly, with
levitation, the wind
twists, one and everybody.

An owl tattoo, will 
tell it all. The hurricane
has reached your door.

Aftermath was a 
conspiracy of silence.
Every one was speaking of landfall.


Satish Verma...

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That kiss is still moving
lips pursed not knowing how to open yet
bud to bud.
Then off to the end of my life it moves on
blossoming into a hundred shapes 
landfall, rainfalls, waterfalls:
beneath the soft flutter, the fierce hunger
that first kiss still in transit, 
basking in teardrops, drowning in its own blood.
Perfumed with honey and bitter root,
adoring blindly, exploring, always delving deeper
dipping ever into the mouths 
of a still transmigratory love....

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Temptation is in the sunset
To gaze behind the stern
Toward a distant landfall
To which I may ne’er return.

I will point my bow to westward,
Where yonder sets the sun,
Following true my guide star
Until the sailing is done.

I will never sing of lost loves
And things that might have been.
I will run before the wind
Unless I return again.          

Leave, furled in full sail glorious,
Damn what is in the wake!
Do not let the shore-bound gulls
Let me feel it's a mistake....

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