Arrows That Quiver In The Quiver Poem by Lovita Morang

Arrows that quiver in the quiver

In passion King lear said, "Leave that quiver,
Envase my flowers
Hail archer."
Ah! Here I hail.
....
I hail, in jest, in jeer
Archer's misery, deny
arched in outbreak, not wreck
Silences violently, veer and break
Slashed the throaty throes, drift
dashed down, pacify
with bared teeth, tamely made passable,
yawn and magnify
King Lear! King Lear!
Why will not I quiver,
shiver I like quick silver
Severed leaves left,
lightening alone
I, sight on to own
Why will not I
envase adverses of flowers
Field filled with fragrance,
Arrows burrowed the sky
Roll down the hummock 's hum intensify
Wind-swept flowers in glance
Chew the holes in stiff frosty chance.

-Pic &Poem: Lovita
Inspired by Rajan Varma