Short Somatic Poems
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limbs prostrate and reach —
soul’s somatic form agrees
to remember God
2/9/2018
Ache
Hurt
Twinge
Unpleasant
A noxious stimulus
Injuries
Illnesses
Emotional
Physical
Mental
Psychological
Spiritual
Visceral
Acute
Somatic
Chronic
Suffering
Nociceptive
When light will not
enter the cove,
water breaks in.
He jumped to death
with his book in his hands.
The silence starts speaking.
What was this brand
of homegrown belief ?
Truth has been punished.
How big was the murder ?
Realization comes very late.
The path to violence-
was through god. The
somatic victory gets
a gruesome reward.
Satish Verma
Absent-minded, automatic
cyclic, circle, systematic
psycho, symptom, sick, somatic
spill the words right out my mouth.
Never-ending, contin-u-ous,
flowing, flapping, super-fluous,
lewd and lavish, misconstrued this
wretchedness which runs right out.
(have you ever been talking nervously to someone realizing at the same time that you're saying too much and should stop but can't???)
That perfect web of pure deceit
Harsh words lying bold at her feet
Her eyes so cold, freezing hearts
Verbal darts fling to the street
Yet in that rash ill mannered state
Her words somehow fail to relate
Hence she picks from a la carte
That psycho somatic soul mate
In due time and some recompence
There is that change, current events
That swollen look, the baby mart
She dares not get out much since
is a form I made up. aaba ccbc ddbd
"Pain", you know nothing of pain as I lay in a puddle of tears saturating me in
woe, so woe am I, face down in the earth that birthed me, so I fly not, dream not,
yet I sigh sitting in mime watching the masker ade wishing for omega, ripping
legs off insects that pass squeezing every tear out, in there I lay somatic to
emotion that poured the liquid from windows of perception, here I fly not, dream
not, yet I sigh lost in this puddle of woe for woe am I.
Here I am
Base of spine enmeshed with
earth ruddy like my cheeks and
bloodshot eyes
feet--firmly planted
take root where home is,
where nourishment, like a crimson bag of waters, is.
Humble, for my
somatic vessel has its origins
on this very orb Gravity has pinned me to,
like an amanita to forest floor.
Palming a bit of red dust and
I am animal and palpable
no different from
the cardinal flying overhead,
the pepper-scented geranium,
the garnet embedded in clay.