Savory
Boliviating
Unjointed
Daring
Youthful
Unpolished
Soulful
Fruitful
Sporadic
Earthly
Categories:
unjointed, writing,
Form: I do not know?
Let the untold suffering
settle the incompleteness of truth.
You have to move out?
making space.
The empty chair fills in
at dark. I talk to my father,
daily about the remains of life
and falling debris.
A son does not want to
know the futurity. A dazed poet
will write the history of ruins
which was younger than memory.
A resilience still brings me
face to face with the gods of dead souls.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unjointed, art,
Form: ABC
Frozen fingers reaching down
Silvery tips pointed toward the ground
No matter it long or short
Breath of air determines its unjointed contort
Grabbing the Sun’s light of day
Glowing and gleaming with each flickering ray
More than five fingers on its icy hand
The reach of each extended by cold wet sand
Tapping sound of drip, drip, drip
Wiggling goodbye, while releasing a tired grip
By: Richard J. Long
February 2014
Categories:
unjointed, environment, february, imagination, light,
Form: Couplet
After separation from death
rain-scented moon was rising
in broken sky. Night birds started
fluting one to another relentlessly;
earth unjointed, was speechless, in
failures we meet often, a little while.
I was ascetic scaling blood pollution,
the life had no mercy, incapable of healing.
You surge for the bleeding miner, the
gold missing, priest was innocent, behind
the peels lies the empty hand, insanity in
parallel depression will find a new praise.
The infinite solitude of the soldier in war
fights the demons of blind desires. One by
one they kill you from the mountain. You
rise from the ocean under twilight of winged stars.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unjointed, art,
Form: ABC
After separation from death
rain-scented moon was rising
in broken sky. Night birds started
fluting one to another relentlessly;
earth unjointed, was speechless, in
failures we meet often, a little while.
I was ascetic scaling blood pollution,
the life had no mercy, incapable of healing.
You surge for the bleeding miner, the
gold missing, priest was innocent, behind
the peels lies the empty hand, insanity in
parallel depression will find a new praise.
The infinite solitude of the soldier in war
fights the demons of blind desires. One by
one they kill you from the mountain. You
rise from the ocean under twilight of winged stars.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unjointed, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?