Blatherskite Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Blatherskite

I wrote of many things
-decency, erotic's
-to grass and trees
-and desert to the seas.

Oh, I wrote
-wrote, wrote, wrote.

Guess is time to withhold!

But ears and the eyes
-all senses talk to mind:
- "Pick shovel and dig on."

They insist:
- "Sow the seed! "

Am Tired
-of mankind.

Want silence
-in a pond
-galaxies'
-in sky!

Want to be a deer
-in the heat of deserts
-for skin, valuable!

Want to be partridge
-colorful and amused
-intake air of a ridge;
-sing, sing, sing.

Want to be a fly
-rapidly live and die
-think am big
-while am not.

Lost track in shadows
-in a noose, dreams, hope!