GOLD-TIPPED

satishverma

At that time 
I was thinking something else 
when you gave me a half-kiss, 
my winter naked moon. 

A souvenir left by sun 
for the sake of night. I remembered 
pink roses 
unpetaling green thighs- 

for quest of shelter in civil war 
of reminiscences.Merciful was the landslide 
which buried the whispers of 
dead dreams. 

Unpretending, unleaping, the ocean 
sucks the grief of clouds. The 
rains have started a dance 
for the suicidal gods.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 2nd, 2011 23:09
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  • Bokononsense

    I can't fault this poem! I'd love to leave some helpful feedback, but frankly I'm intimidated by its quality. It's so sweet and sorrowful, and creates such a beautiful sense of yearning in the reader. If I'm reading the themes correctly, the entwined motifs of natural beauty and remembered sensual love, and in particular the metaphors used, put me in mind of all the best qualities of Pablo Neruda, yet the poet's own voice remains clearly identifiable throughout. An absolute pleasure to read.



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