High Moon Poem by Satish Verma

High Moon



Not the words,
you were burning the papers
sideways. It was a public domain
someone was drowning a child
in a milk pot.

And the half-past moon,
iodine level was rising in ocean.
On the beach, the dancing sand
throws up the dead horse
after dysfunctionality.

Pray for the bleeding sun,
its golden mane has inspired
the mimicry of a leaf. The grass hopper
is going to find the secret
of chlorophyll.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sam Varghis 14 September 2011

Hi Sir I read your High Moon. I liked the style. I will read more. I am new to this website. I have uploaded two poems. As a new writer I would like to get some expert tips on my writing. My poems are: 'An Innocent Village Girl', 'Light a Lamp of Faith' Would highly apprecite your comments. Best regards, Sam

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