Dimensions Poem by Satish Verma

Dimensions

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You were sitting on a honeycomb
I wanted a life
without stink or stain.
Intently staring at every celebration
listening to every sound,
and warding off the hissing reptiles
near my ladder.

Nature, I do not want to fight with.
Grief brings psoriasis,
the eternal itch and restlessness.
I scream at every red patch,
my unreadable pain forgets the date.

Mutism was not the answer
to protect the purity of tongue.
Silence was not a golden word.
Without becoming hoarse
one can shout to tell the dimensions.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lantz Pierre 02 February 2017

The colonial front porch was painted white. Was painted coat on coat. The lignin of the wood was protected from impolite words and passing indiscretions. Petticoats swayed as the cars came to claim gasoline. Everything had been refined.

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Goldy Locks 14 October 2007

found a new steady reader in me. best care, sjg

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