swetha vvr

No Written End

Surly sun
sweating feet in rock fragments,
water piling up
dredge my skin at fallen flowers,
hare feeds on grass
in beads between my leaves images!

clouds skim orange to blues,
on either sides rove blacks,
winds swallowing mystic currents
drift to cloud moods breathless around.
Through my wounds in green drapers
now, I hear her mezzo!

Glistening eyes! through her hair
I see, my thoughts run doling dove
to attune, roses with sap and vigor
of mud to drench in my tears of love.
my hazy hand glides on her naked back
now my leaves plash with cross knots.

In vibes of her breathes
warmth stirs in embracing airs,
along raise mystic currents
in brooks, melting into skies.
our leaves turn brittle
away from their ribs to this mystic force!

Delighting moon sparks
under skies in attires of lilly whites
calming our leaves and residues
ethreal reach as dews.
early sun revives the vigil of winds
in awakening airs,
we are the branches of same tree.

Submitted: Sunday, September 23, 2012
Edited: Friday, January 17, 2014

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  • Romeo Della Valle (6/17/2013 4:47:00 PM)

    Bravo! A reservoir of powerful, colorful and touching words in this well crafted write! Clearly, your talent and emotions are stamped in this amazing write! Sorry for being a little late to read and enjoy this masterpiece since I have been away from the Poetry World for a while due to medical reasons! I am back and I hope you have the chance to look at some of my poems and find inspiration in any of them! Keep enriching the Poetry World with more of your talented works! God Bless You! 10+++ Romeo, New York City www.romeodellavalle.com (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (6/13/2013 11:32:00 AM)

    Delighting moon sparks
    under skies in attires of lilly whites
    calming our leaves and residue

    I love white in this lilly..... (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (6/9/2013 10:04:00 AM)

    A spectacular write. Each work carfully chosen to enhance
    the meaning and beauty of this poem. Perfect ending. (Report) Reply

  • Rajendran Muthiah (5/30/2013 11:23:00 AM)

    Assonance in every line makes the rhythm running. Alliteration is not generally found except the letter 'h' repeated in pairs of words in a few lines. Attractive words make the diction colourful. The last line puts an end to the eagerness of the readers to find the reasons for the beautiful descriptions given in the stanzas. Conscious
    work of high quality. (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (5/27/2013 12:14:00 PM)

    It sound fresh as the first ray from the sun hit the earth... and it still not the last ray that will ever written in the land....nice write Swetha_Soul (Report) Reply

  • Indira Babbellapati (5/27/2013 3:33:00 AM)

    The choice of words z amazing. Seem to be doing considerable homework. S, u have everything required of a poet. And to give it a closer reading, will return later (Report) Reply

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