Taking A Form Poem by Satish Verma

Taking A Form

Rating: 4.5


Like a falcon
you dive with a notched nose.
There was an element
of absurd in your style.

Crushed under snow,
I would search my lost
shoes. The spirit to move on
wakes me up again.

The pursuit of perfect
truth in jungle of fake
excuses. I was wary
of animal grins.

Thugs, they have become
the stewards. Life was mystery.
Death sorts out the secret
of undying passions.

Sunday, January 29, 2017
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Lantz Pierre 30 January 2017

Giant flightless birds fight for a cool drink at the watering hole sometimes sullied with the excrement of mammals. The perfection of a feather in a lady's dainty hat gives her air (even if she's fat) .

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