This was not physical.
Which part of your psyche,
I would touch?
Sometimes you swing
without a rope. A chasm
appears, then vanishes.
Blindfolded you open
a death door to see the fall.
The deep pain bifurcates.
The distance was increasing
between clouds. A crack
of light burns the dark. Animals
awake.
You remember a yawn
of cosmos. Someone becomes a fever,
high as sun, in earthen heart.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 25th, 2018 19:41
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Wonderful and so very profound.
Your words are powerful and your poetic language refreshing. I enjoyed your poem immensely.
Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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