Short Somnambulant Poems

Sleepless and cursing the powers that be,
Tossing and turning in wee hours, me.
But what's the use in trying to fight it?
One might as well be trying to write it.
Mayhap morning Muses will oversee....

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one half’s an arc the other a strobe ~ light becomes your coagulant 

signals and synapses firing off sparks ~ try open eyes but you can’t 

all bound together forming a dream ~ welded to the somnambulant...

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Glory be to the newborn December sun
how bravely it drips its frosty shine!

The backwoods bears are snoring,
bleary are the eyes of somnambulant racoons.

Right here and now, where the hedgerow
winks through its own bare-boned branches

the sun that plunged on through
the dim-eyed daybreak, all is now awake!...

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Fierce am I, and fearless
Challenging the shades of winter
Taunting its dreaded demise
Mocking the shadow's prognostication
Tickling the timid hearts
Of somnambulant lovers
Arising to a chilling challenge
I stand the guardian of March’s madness
Exacting a toll on all who pass
For I am February
And I hold no heart
But yours
...

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There are always a few
Troublesome “tickl-ings “
Daringly darting
In somnambulant slumber
Shape shifting shadows
Mocking the moonlight
Creeping through the crevasses
Of literary limitation
Weeping with the whispering words
Subtlety suppressed by silence
Like mice they meander the mind
Seeking sustenance and satiation
Borrowed brown shoes
Dancing in a dusty darkness
...

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Whispers drowned by ocean's sound
seagulls flying, space abound,
oceanic scent within the air
dance of waves in all its flair.

Somnambulant shadows 
under moonlit skies
castaway's drunken delirium
misty morning's stare sunrise.

Silent murmurs,
majestic surrounding never ending,
green-blue's, white spume.
beautiful and powerful language.

Silence, don't say a word,
I need to hear the ocean's song....

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Sorrow climbs
its roofless tower.
Descends to be gut deep,
genitalia deep.

Now it has the weight 
of rain clouds.
A smoked umber
moves through 
an invisible throat.
Fine hairs
are stroked to arousal.
A somnambulant wrist
pushing a whirring hand.

Pressure rubs saturated sounds
though probing fingers.
The belly of a curving drum
thrums, moves us to a place
where nothing matters
but the next note....

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hypnopompic hues
     multifaceted jewels
          confetti luminaries
a gift from mother?
     i’m cosseted in
          its incalescence
               its wind chime colors
my mind’s fixed upon
     rubies, sapphires, emeralds
even if i fall
     into somnambulant sleep
         i cannot chase dreams
              chimerical blooms
cut gems of rain-and-moon-bows
     that unfurl as i awake


1/17/2022...

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As frigid as my heart the wind blew in
The bracing cold upon my face was nice
My veins already tart -- prepared for ice
Like darkness, filtering down where I have been.   

Age is raison d'etre lost, not gained 
Splintered, flaked loves long extinguished
No longer can they be distinguished 
Yet the frosted fragments have remained.  

For now, my tingling digits hold that broken past 
The somnambulant freeze just helps it last....

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Snow drifts  buoyant on the breeze downy  
like a dandelion seed touching the cheek of dawn delicately...
Endless crystalline patterns of white grace     
each hollow, cleft and limb formed in rose pink light..

Upon cold surfaces   of glass  or stone, snow glances   
Up on the warmer growths of somnambulant grass it clings 
a fusion of facets, a light Spring feeding for rising daffodils 
each jade green spear engulfed in a pocket of white......

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Long nights
transcribe me into a clacking music.

Harpsichord bones and broken keys,
nailed to an out of time tune.

A somnambulant self-winding
pipe-organ, whistles
as it pushes moments around
as if time could be saved
for later use.

A mind-locked keyboard
is stuck in the middle
of a revolving thought.

I lay down in the back row
of a horn belching bedlam;

wave weary hands at the ceiling
conducting curse words
in the dark....

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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...

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The heat weighs the air down.. down...
 it say shoosh~ it seemed to steam 
as it wafted from white sand to damp the blue skies.
Long green frond's stir the scene mint in a julep glass.  
Quiet invades each opened pore at high noon
as the froth of salt foam caresses toes
and hollows the sand beneath 
somnambulant sun worshipers.
Gulls circle in silence
as beads of sweat roll from forehead
between the mounds of Aphrodite...
into the navel of longing.



*Woman God's gift to man...

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