Without Ceremony

satishverma

Like cutting my own
blue thumb, a crazy thought
to earn rare wisdom.

Was there any option
not to climb your beautiful
eyes sans scaffolding?

The frosted looks of
the moon brings shivers in
the darkened room.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2020 20:43
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 30
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'What a thrill -
    My thumb instead of an onion.
    The top quite gone
    Except for a sort of hinge'
    wrote Sylvia in her 'Cut'
    https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-22437
    and your words too:
    cut, straight through me at first read,
    seeped - deep within at second read
    and forced me to click that favourite icon on third read...
    thanks for sharing your unquestionable talent dear Poet



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