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THE ENVIABLE

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English Poetry

A moment of pause was needed
in the eerie lull after the
gathering of dreams, to enter
the corridor of voices.

We stopped looking through
our tongues, across the bitterness
of burning river, after the mud
in our eyes.

The black tar of the golden wood
between us was smearing the family
of crying pillows.

All the silver was tumbling
down from the stairs of calcified
faces of virgins.

The god was yet to be born!

Satish Verma

One Comment

  1. Gion Gion says:

    Satish,
    I found the imagery of the first three verses striking and fancy I find meaning in them at a personal level.
    The end of the poem mystifies me.
    Most of your work is indecipherable to me though I note the threading imagery of moon and lake in your recent posts.
    There seems to be a certain leaping from thought to thought between verses in your style of writing.
    Many times I find myself being pulled up by the striking imagery and power of words as I read them in your poetry even if I may not grasp your intent.
    To the continuing read,
    best regards,
    Fergus

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