Short Sisyphean Poems

THE ECHOING DREAM

King’s voice echoing:
Despite Sisyphean trials,
We’re overcoming–
We’re as the waxing moon;
Moving onto fulfillment:-
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To contemplate nothing with something, a Sisyphean task
The mind’s paths, like Escher’s roads, simply double back
To land again in somethingness, explanations lack
Yet our deeper selves know profoundly the nothingness
It’s the void that fills up magically with a loved one’s kiss

5/3/16...

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Your screams have been heard. Attention drawn 
From all corners of earth. But like the parable of 
Christ, it falls on rocky ground. Growth grounded.
The envisaged
Struggle, 
Dissent, 
All - risible. 
Wait for sunlight if the moon doesn't 
Provide enough light to see your path. 
The sisyphean path of forlorn hassle. 
Your seed
Of protest
Will end on
Rocky path....

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Fantastically fickle
Rarely enduring -- ever ephemeral,
Adamantly flexible and footloose
Gregarious, vivacious and effervescent
Irresistible, insuppressible and indestructible, 
Love is all that and more…
Ever needed, ever elusive;

Homing in on fragile hearts, love
Erupts into a rousing passion and
Amplifies raw emotions
Rallying those faint at heart
To overcome an insurmountable
Sisyphean task. 


~10/14/16...

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7:01 ~ this isn't any fun.
7:02 ~ but what can i do?
7:03 ~ the gods have it in for me.
7:04 ~ i can't stand this anymore.
7:05 ~ i no longer want to be alive.
7:06 ~ how did i get into this fix?
7:07 ~ why can't i make it to 7:11?
7:08 ~ please! get this off my plate.
7:09 ~ anon, that sisyphean line!
7:10 ~ "go back to 7:00, and start all over again."

7:01 ~ this isn't any fun.
7:02 ~ but what can I do? 
7:03 ~ ...

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Days are like soap bubbles
Nights, like the freight train
rumbling through a ghost town

Of late,
My heart beats grudgingly,
Daily chore, a Sisyphean task
Writing is an ordeal 
the letters appear like ants
scrambling for bread crumbs,
A straight line ends up wavy
and out of place,
I walk with a pebble in my shoe,
And tagging along everywhere 
is a nagging fear…

What if?


~11/28/22
~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere #53...

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The death of nearness:
it shuts the invite
I will ask moon for a targeted kill.

Move on, untouchable,
your tainted image
was unspectacularly terrible.

The contagious trachoma
has caught the impeccable face.
Do not tremble, I am burning in a glass,

a sisyphean ordeal of my choosing:
unpolluted, unthinkable,
in the body pain, flows like lava.

An eternal shredding of pigments
Unpeeling the smell of hate.
Can we go to our naked childhood ?...

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The death of nearness:
it shuts the invite
I will ask moon for a targeted kill.

Move on, untouchable,
your tainted image
was unspectacularly terrible.

The contagious trachoma
has caught the impeccable face.
Do not tremble, I am burning in a glass,

a sisyphean ordeal of my choosing:
unpolluted, unthinkable,
in the body pain, flows like lava.

An eternal shredding of pigments
Unpeeling the smell of hate.
Can we go to our naked childhood ?



SATISH VERMA...

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