Short Weatherbeaten Poems

Old Man

his weatherbeaten face, lined
with the hills and valleys of age
watery blue eyes set against a
backdrop of bloodshot white
his cheeks reddened from
sun and alcohol, his aquiline
nose has lost its nobility
his once full lips now just
scowling lines covering remnants
of jagged teeth
his stubble covered chin now
a dirty gray bristle
life has not been kind to him
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Writing on my sleeves,
I visualize an invisible coupling
of grassroots with starless sky,
when I walk on the wailing earth.

Hails big as sparrow eggs
smash the bougainvillea blossoms.
The wrestling clouds
begin a storm.

Witchcraft of the moon begins.
The pubic curve of a rock
holds a centipede
wriggling, gnawing.

A spider climbs the weatherbeaten
cheekbone
and indulges in navel-gazing.						


SATISH VERMA...

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Summer’s gone, though still keeps going
Dried are the rains of May
Weatherbeaten dinghies bobbing
In the shallows of the bay
Moored forever to the pier
Tinkle their rusty chains 
Seagulls crying on the veer
Flying over foamy waves 
Ships are sailing on the ocean
But they’re out of sight 
Waves are rising in commotion
Time has come for tide
Weeping willow leaves get withered
Homeless little snail
Seeks for shelter, and the lizard
Smiles, while sheds its tail. 
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