Satish Verma

Gold Star - 53,895 Points (5-6-1935)

Eclampsia - Poem by Satish Verma

A catheter leaks,
quality of hearing suffers.
A tethered song sears on blue flames.
The actual, displaces the pain
truth becomes non-pigmented.

In space you move noisily
waking the birds.
Tomorrow will come with writhing cries-
bounties of past.
Not myself, himself, yourself.

The new experiments in womb
remained fruitless.
A malformed, distorted progeny was born
on payments without glory.
Masses were swelling without self knowing.

Thinker was silent. Philosopher was dumb.
Architect had the thumbs amputated.
A mausoleum of love remained unbuilt.
Sky was overcast, hid the sun.
The earth inherited the broken glass.

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Comments about Eclampsia by Satish Verma

  • Lantz Pierre (1/30/2017 10:20:00 AM)

    Inside the tube of the plunger a red rose blooms, blossoms, its head above the thorn. Beyond the horn, beyond the map that remains folded in the glovebox, or the packet flattened in the wallet. Why we call it Dutch I'll never know. (Report)Reply

    Satish Verma(1/30/2017 10:50:00 AM)

    Who are you Lantz, polishing my thoughts?

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  • (10/16/2007 6:27:00 PM)

    Last stanza did it for me. Nah, the whole thing did.

    best care,

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 8, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011

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