The show must go on.
Under a sable cloud.
I am on the vast stage
to perform.
Tall cacti and harsh
dunes will not find
a sweet acacia.
When I am hungry
I would like to write something
very personal on a yellow paper.
The potter’s wheel will not
move today.
The potter had turned into clay.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2016 22:57
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Very nice poem, great use of metaphor, the words also contain a strong visual component which I think makes them really tangible. "yellow paper" for example, can be understood in a primal way. I love stream-of-consciousness style poetry and feel that this is of that style. Nice work.
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