Strange Phenomenon Poem by Satish Verma

Strange Phenomenon

Rating: 5.0


You are brain-dead
with amnesia
in winter snow.

A frozen pulse, without blood
running, bluish-black
death.

Was death always black?
Not like supple, red poppy
leaving the stigma mark
on your white shirt?

Landing amidst the
crowd, of funlovers, there
was no exit, and I must
meet my enemy
my shore.

Thursday, June 16, 2016
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Terry Craddock 16 June 2016

'brain-dead with amnesia in winter snow' loved this poem from the first three lines, superb 10+

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