Unthreading Poem by Satish Verma
Unthreading
It was a damp kiss
of an image.
Dispassionately you drop
an old coin into my hands.
Faithless in your poem.
I adored the Venus in twilight.
Carnation. A rose pink color,
appears in your eyes.
Rising from the marshy
slush, greater flamingos
keep watch underneath, at the
army of urns.
The sameness now dithers.
You want to weave the moon
in your breast, unpreparing
to open the heart.
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5/3/2024 7:42:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem rich in rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing.10 points.