Ocean…Will you share your secretsboth dark and right? Why do you give shelter to monstrous beingsas well as pretty harmless ones?Do you reflect reality of the terrestrial worldor have a different order? Why do you crash on the shoreto hurt yourselfas you retreat into your liquid shell? When you reflect colors of the skyDo you … Continue reading Ocean…
irrelevant sidewalkslook wistfullyat speeding carson the expresswayfocus only onchalk-white arrows -sprouting greens-a flower peepingfrom asphalt cracks-rolled down rocksstuck in a wire meshask for participationin fast-moving life a camera clickwhizzes pastrecords a momentto be sharedwhile breathingpeppermint windsin the countryside the sidewalk endswhere the tunnel begins-it loses attentionof passers-byto artificially lit darkwaiting to come outat the other … Continue reading Sidewalk
fantasy appealsworks of fictionnot remotely connected to realwith no reflections from my lifeor yours or anyone elseto provoke them, instigate themor just stoke macabre imagination Story, keep a safe distance;Do not project into my lifelet me enjoy your existenceGive me a glimpse of the possibleto dream ofthough I know well-this will never happenin waking moments;nor … Continue reading Fantasy Fiction
you show storiesas manifestationof deep desiresor scare viewers awaywith the sight ofmonsters or victims It took me aeonsto figure outyour programmabilityI wish I knew moreabout the subconsciousback then… but you were aware ofmy vulnerability Image Credit: Rene Magritte, 1928 in Paris, France. OLN #360
stunted growthgreenhornsnot allowed to growmaturityhurts vested interests mute masterpiecesdeceptivelydecorativeflaunted with pride they need believersfollowersthere is no spacefor thinkers OLN #360 at dVerse
I was working on the Thanksgiving theme and found a beautiful poem. ORIGINAL POEM AS IF TO DEMONSTRATE AN ECLIPSEby Billy Collins I pick an orange from a wicker basketand place it on the tableto represent the sun.Then down at the other enda blue and white marblebecomes the earthand nearby I lay the little moon … Continue reading Following the Muse
I swallow a sentencereplete with humiliation-words break into alphabetseach alphabet generatesa different feelinga different story-rakes up memoriesof suppressed emotionshow I felthow I remained silentand how it fermented within the past can’t be erasedbut can be a determinantof the futureI put my foot downon the floorstepping out of bedwith a resolve I’ll register protestI’ll not take … Continue reading Humiliation
I am a lighthouse-in search of darknessto obliterate-in search of shipsto seek direction the ocean laughs hystericallywaves slap my idle limbsmy forlorn face stares at the MoonIt dodges my wistful glanceand seeks the Sun I wonder if ships are anchoredto a safe harbour...Do I need to start walkingand find the sky that shelters them? only … Continue reading Vanity – a thing of the past
connected by birthexistenceon differentpages of timeHow does oneReconcile? -methodologiesof continuity-missed detailsof gently breakingchords at some point-to let the futuredevelopat its own free will Parenting-delusions ofperpetuatingone’s self-worththrough anotherdeprivinga child ofits own worth Here comes newsof another birthhalf-heartedcongratulationsfrom a mindthat sees futurediscombobulation. https://dversepoets.com/2022/06/02/meet-the-bar-with-dissonance/ https://dversepoets.com/2022/06/09/open-link-night-318-june-live-edition/
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