In Misty Day Poem by Satish Verma

In Misty Day

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Moment of truth.
Bougainvilleas
on grass.

A visible absence.
I was searching―
you in poems.

Your fluid eyes.
My moon-clouds
ready to crash on the land.

In my cupped hands
I collect the tears
of the sky.

Friday, February 10, 2017
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lantz Pierre 12 February 2017

When the sky comes low light glows with wonder. Illumination is brought close to the road, and there finds the two feet of the interloper heading behind the curtains, naked and vulnerable in a bedroom where he should not be. A belt links the motor to the generator of electricity.

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