Her with touch ferocious tenderness
like sun split snow
Her eyes unforgotten
beauty retains words
and poems scratch
at glass
to touch
the tiny imperfections
that live amongst the light
Love songs whisper words
That cling to moments gone
Never a follower
the dried seed upon the rocks of
UN-imagined shards
sea waver
wind sigh
Everything touches everything else
Poets drown in a sea of words unlost
by tempered utterance
and electricity stretches arc
to join the softest space
between idea and truth
© 5 minutes ago
Categories:
unlost, poetry,
Form: Free verse
How was your day without me? Was it colder then usual?
And tell me how was the weather, was it nice and sunny?
Now don't get me wrong I'm not being nosy, just missed you this evening.
Going outside on a bright sunny day, leaving all your thoughts time to feel clean
More often I think of you than you may know, did I break the limit of your wait?
Even though the weather is warm why do you stay inside?
Oh why can you not hear me yell for you to hear?
Underneith the laundry you forgotten I keep it company
The rope around my neck it hugs me tightly
The weight of life has no limit
Only how we can see it, if you choose to hear it
Do you hear the voice struggling in the wind?
Really wish I was given a chance for you to get me in
Yet I know my request is not quite reasonable so I remain swaying by the string
Categories:
unlost, absence, betrayal, dark, depression,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
When an embryo was growing in a petri dish
I said this is it my adieu
for I am now ready for a new journey of self denial
a skull in my lap
after the abdication of ancient fear
the eyes of buttercups poked with hot iron rods
a hoe breaking the neck of a bowed man
to humanize an ugly beast
my fragile hands make a cup to collect the light
of a fading sun to pour on the stillness
of the dream’s dark roaring
that’s how a pinned butterfly becomes
resigned for capitulation
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unlost, art,
Form: ABC
When an embryo was growing in a petri dish
I said this is it my adieu
for I am now ready for a new journey of self denial
a skull in my lap
after the abdication of ancient fear
the eyes of buttercups poked with hot iron rods
a hoe breaking the neck of a bowed man
to humanize an ugly beast
my fragile hands make a cup to collect the light
of a fading sun to pour on the stillness
of the dream’s dark roaring
that’s how a pinned butterfly becomes
resigned for capitulation
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unlost, business
Form: I do not know?