Personal Loss

satishverma

Root sounds.
I prefer intimate pathos.
Not easy.

I don't live
in night.

Yellow words
on green thoughts.

The fall was
imminent.
I wait for the snow
to bury my past.

Love becomes fluid
I was never dead.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 31st, 2022 19:27
  • Category: Nature
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'I prefer intimate pathos.
    Not easy.

    I don't live
    in night.

    Yellow words
    on green thoughts.'
    thank you, Guru!
    these lines remind me
    of Li Bai's: 'Hard is the Journey'
    (I lay my chopsticks down,
    no more can banquet,
    I draw my sword and stare
    wildly about me:
    Ice bars my way to cross
    the Yellow River,
    Snows from dark skies to climb
    the T'ai-hang mountains!
    At peace I drop a hook
    into a brooklet,
    At once I'm in a boat
    but sailing sunward...)
    https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-22488



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