Satish Verma

Gold Star - 53,940 Points (5-6-1935)

Landscape - Poem by Satish Verma

Thinking was seeing through the time,
was a lone journey from naïve
understanding. Return was difficult,
back to bricks and forlorn shores.

How many beginnings had failed;
the doors locked, cobwebs, dust, smoke,
crowded with dangling hopes. Flywheels
broken. DNA twisted, life – in – heaps.

The purpose, warts and all, salvation,
as long as footnotes guided between
restless nights. Melancholy of space in
the bed. Silence of portraits.

A peacock explodes, defining the boundary,
then a chorus of approval. An owl hoots.
The candle kisses the creases of dark.
Moon swells.

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  • Lantz Pierre (1/30/2017 10:05:00 AM)

    Snow falls from heaven into a hole where it cannot be measured. The hole opens onto a boiling cauldron from hell. The devils sing a song, but the words all sound like the rattling of chains on pulleys in a steel mill. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011


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