Satish Verma

Gold Star - 53,853 Points (5-6-1935)

Cracking Of Dawn - Poem by Satish Verma

Death was the beginning. My emancipation.
Death of pre-memory thoughts. I am ready to
enter the sound, without a shadow.
The fire from orifice, clouds, tears and
cascading blossoms in a humming night. Love,
clap and dissolution. The construction of timeless
energy. Flight of future. Your resistence
melting like lips, going beyond the chasm.
A sculpted freedom for prophets. False disguises,
some body else’s identity. Eyes were cool but
tears controlled by remote pain. Mirrors
spooking. A knife knows its job. It is better
to slice the sky. Great thirst for hip
graffiti, tattoos and sketches. To be seen
and admired by dregs of social fabric.
The thought surges like the heaving
breast, hangs on the face.
Death was the cracking of dawn.

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  • Lantz Pierre (2/1/2017 4:19:00 AM)

    A gesture of the arm. The chariots that never bring bread. That never ask after the well being of the dead. It is only a form of water reaching for the earth that stays the mercurial spear from landing in the shadow of strife. Crystals require anchors to stay afloat. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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