When I see the sun setting in its golden blood
The leaf, from its time agile falling from the green
My surging waves, innate embarked upon my nerves
Nudging me of reality in living and life in-between.
We may fall upon the crux of silence inevitable
That permits for the total redemption from game
Thrusting upon all the blues bestirred unto the will
making entire toll sovereign into racks of flow entwined.
We smack of pride detropped in to our wings defiled
In the pretext of- me and mine-all the while blustering
Yet unassuming in tyranny of time to the genre on the latch
Evoking of a stance dying fragile in the semblance of time.
Where I swear upon the waves of ocean beating eternal
Leaving all our shadows into the reek of raved up past
as on time attired that slovenly unveiled all our secrets subtle
blazing all our glories genial with a graceful smile benign.
Dr. subhendu kar
Silence and redemption. Two opposing, yet again, friendly forces. Each to be reckoned with on it's own terms. In this poem, the silence shouting loudly in a simple, ending smile gives birth to redemption. Of the soul, mind, heart. Extremely well written and appreciated! ! ! xxElysabeth
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Thank you for taking the time to comment on my poem. I recognize your work from the book as well and very much enjoy your poetry. Your use if imagery in this poem is stunning. Lovely write.