Cobra Begins To Morph Poem by Satish Verma
Cobra Begins To Morph
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The pink stigma gets
baked. Turns my brain into stone.
You were trapped by black widow,
The red color was king.
It breaks my heart to see the kill
by a bald eagle, but the dive was beautiful.
The death was my friend. Will
keep me waiting to complete the cycle of rebirth
then ask me to see the blue goddess.
Friday, January 8, 2021
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5/3/2024 6:40:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I find the second stanza the most meaningful and the most telling. Yes, in those encounter, the big birds always win.