Day: August 30, 2017

Two Poems titled “Low Tide”

Low Tide The one that got away, just like an eloped kite Poses a question, asks a riddle, that has no answer. You extrapolate from memory Drawing a line from where she left, To the present. Something surreal Takes over you, an inverse of deja-vu Climbing inside your feeble heart, As you learn that the

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Metamorphosis

Time-skewed, diseased of sloth I stand in that vacuum, sucked Into it, like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, Learning that time, just passes you by And you’re like the tree whose Braches rattle, leaves rustle, resisting abscission. While my hair, like bamboo culms Waving in the wind, not knowing That every subtle movement Is a choreographed

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