Short Ossified Poems
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Mental traces of yesterday
Encyclopedia of knowledge
Mimeographed words
Ossified fragments
Recycled experiences
Involuntary lapses
Evocative signposts
Signature moments
under thinning treetops
rime is setting up to grow
each one walks his single trail
I’d like to breathe a window
into your ice-flower-eyes
detecting sparks of color
in the stock of your seasons
you deny my coming close
the frost might keep us tied
ossified right at the touch
The glow beneath it all
We’ve forgotten
Is still here and comes from within
Scrape away the burdensome layers of meaningless deposits
Filling the voids accumulated over half a lifetime
You once thought so defining
Shaping you
Now an ossified vague form of you
A spirit buried beneath its weight
Excavate the unnecessary
Then you’ll see
It’s you alone who conceals your shining.
Be True To Yourself
6/4/2018
Tom
Some use their wile, and a mask they wear,
Unable to speak of life, they pantomime.
Satan is unfailing in his effort to ensnare,
And all life will become bleached by time.
We each absorb some of time’s atmosphere,
While considering life and all its unknowns;
To God’s commandments each must adhere,
Before being ossified to mere dry bones;
Memories can feel like bodily extensions
Memories can haunt the very oxygen I breath
Memories carried around like a boat anchor
Memories that felt heavier than the present
Memories that gripped my slumber’s steering wheel
Memories that miraculously became ossified
Memories which mysteriously sunk into the ocean
Memories when grown transfer into learnings
Memories buried in the wavering wash of time
Memories buried with time’s ceremony
A red clock and the dwarf
will not meet on the wall.
Time slips out in virginal shyness.
On the verge of collapse was
an ossified civil group
after emotive conception fails.
Unambiguously an azure
sky measures the human steps
in somnambulant thoughts.
You throw a bound kid
in a water tank, after postpartum blues
and walk away with a halter.
Who will grab the fractured
age, during the fire dance?
A mirror lies flat after announcing the award.
Satish Verma
Lord been through this before
Thoughts so deadly that pierce my mind
She says to bury sin, just get high--
Pulse quickens as the city fumigates
Cracked nails in a mirrored room
Sleep of a dusty kind is crawling
Now, no more lovers embrace
Just laying, food for microorganisms
I try to put the idea aside
Life is still worth something, I confide
To no one in particular
Just assuming a stance
An endless rhythmic dance
ossified mummies shake me deliberately
As the watery sun emerges