Una Corda

satishverma

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.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 25th, 2018 19:41
  • Category: Nature
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  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    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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