Smoking Candles Poem by Satish Verma

Smoking Candles



Soundlessly steps move, in
midmoon― deleting trust.
Now I am the time.

You left your guitar
on the moving sands of beach.
Waves pick up the song.

Watching a seagull―
wolfing out from eye socket,
of a sinking fish.

A gift from a barbie
doll of tanned skin in nun's garb.
Please stand in hot sun.

Monday, April 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: beach,fish,guitar,poem,smoking
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