DECEMBER POETRY

December 14, 2012 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wasted

 

By

 

Mohana Das

 

the miles are overgrown.

in seconds yellow bicycles zap
through and lightening fills
fragile firefly

mouths stuffed with mothballs
taste of rust metal
tingling aloud all across

assymmetric milkweed cacophony,
guitar debris and
dripping tempera swabs,
torn deep

like fillet wounds.
i excel at bleeding
on the disinfected inside

 

 

 

 

 

Loss

 

By

 

Mohana Das

 

emptiness expands-
outside winter coils
in tap roots

the hearth gapes
retinal aberrations draw
networks of vacancy

i can sense her
in folds of intuition-

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1 Comment

  1. laura laveglia January 15, at 12:31

    To have a love like that is quite special and rare. I have dreamt of a partner with the kindness, love, understanding, but... Great poem Mufundo "Untitled #1"

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