Opening The Fist

satishverma

Scavenging the art 
of life, you strip 
to the bones … 

The wild hunt for 
the blue jay ends 
in exile. 

Time plays a cruel 
game. You win, and are 
served the crab apples. 

Like Sylvia Plath― 
you betray yourself, 
but poems stop you. 

A bling of your voice― 
deflects the stardust. 
A granite will become you.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 3rd, 2019 21:50
  • Category: Nature
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