Moonlight Through The Filters

satishverma

At the foot of the
burning candle, a dancing
shadow gives you a call.

In moment of
hubris, all chandeliers
will crash and prehistoric dirt
will cling to hairy legs.

The taste of berries
was changing. In deep
autumn only skeletons
talk.

Near the lamp
festival, we will watch
the leaking sky. The
aliens would have the last laugh.

The time turns
back the clocks. The
defiant mood will bring out
the beautiful masks.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2021 20:02
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 26
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    no matter how bleak or macabre
    its underlying, nihilistic content
    when its written: this poetic
    it can only be inspirational, as Art!
    (another great write
    thanks for sharing, Guru!)
    'In moment
    of hubris, all chandeliers
    will crash
    and prehistoric dirt, will cling
    to hairy legs.'
    brilliant imagery,
    how deeply your metaphors
    can be excavated, to mine
    the treasure's in your wisdom



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