No Written End Poem by swetha vankayalapati

No Written End

Rating: 5.0


Surly sun
sweating feet in rock fragments,
water piling up
dredge my skin at fallen flowers,
hare feeds on grass
in beads between my leaves images!

clouds skim orange to blues,
on either sides rove blacks,
winds swallowing mystic currents
drift to cloud moods breathless around.
Through my wounds in green drapers
now, I hear her mezzo!

Glistening eyes! through her hair
I see, my thoughts run doling dove
to attune, roses with sap and vigor
of mud to drench in my tears of love.
my hazy hand glides on her naked back
now my leaves plash with cross knots.

In vibes of her breathes
warmth stirs in embracing airs,
along raise mystic currents
in brooks, melting into skies.
our leaves turn brittle
away from their ribs to this mystic force!

Delighting moon sparks
under skies in attires of lilly whites
calming our leaves and residues
ethreal reach as dews.
early sun revives the vigil of winds
in awakening airs,
we are the branches of same tree.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Praneeth Remidi 26 September 2012

nice poems from you, let me appreciate you for the consistency Ms.Swetha! ! !

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Indira Babbellapati 27 May 2013

The choice of words z amazing. Seem to be doing considerable homework. S, u have everything required of a poet. And to give it a closer reading, will return later

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Payal Parande 03 July 2013

indeed beautiful want to say more but i am lost for words.....bravo ma'am

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Kee Thampi 13 June 2013

Delighting moon sparks under skies in attires of lilly whites calming our leaves and residue I love white in this lilly.....

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Captain Cur 09 June 2013

A spectacular write. Each work carfully chosen to enhance the meaning and beauty of this poem. Perfect ending.

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Rajendran Muthiah 30 May 2013

Assonance in every line makes the rhythm running. Alliteration is not generally found except the letter 'h' repeated in pairs of words in a few lines. Attractive words make the diction colourful. The last line puts an end to the eagerness of the readers to find the reasons for the beautiful descriptions given in the stanzas. Conscious work of high quality.

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Unwritten Soul 27 May 2013

It sound fresh as the first ray from the sun hit the earth... and it still not the last ray that will ever written in the land....nice write Swetha_Soul

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