In Anguish

satishverma

Taking me to neverland
you turned me on.
The gypsy moon had smiled.

Disenchanted, the savage
handshake dropped the
lead. My goblet remained
full of black holes.

A cloud will cross the
line. Unrepentant my poems
would lie on hot rocks for baking.

Never made it. The
two small feet home. Still
searching the address of scream.

Ah, the snaky
embrace of the time. It
won't let me go near the lake.

Annihilation. All the
words are reduced to nothing.
Trying to learn the sign language.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 20th, 2022 22:29
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 33
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • sophin

    beautiful and powerful words, s. "Never made it. The
    two small feet home. "

  • L. B. Mek

    'My goblet
    remained, full of
    black holes.

    A cloud
    will cross the line. Unrepentant
    my poems
    would lie on hot rocks, for baking.

    Never
    made it. The two small feet
    home.'
    Brilliant imagery, this
    is what Artistry of Poetry feels like
    to experience and be overwhelmed-by.
    thank you, Guru!



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