The Essential Poem by Satish Verma

The Essential



Night was all black.
I could not find my
hands / half-dead─

velvety ribs. I want
to rub the spikes and─
toe the line of hurricane.

The naked eye, a-roving
will search for the moon
as the superstorm was─

poised for a landfall.
To receive the wrath─
the ants will find the─

watermark and move to
higher grounds. The sea
throws up the secret of unknown.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 03 February 2014

the brewing of the issues..as usual nice..thank you for sharing..

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