Poem : A Weather of Verse

Are poets weak words Are poems marsh lands Are verse withering weather I know there is a tremor I know there is a turbulence I know there is a fragmentation When I web my words into verse When I will my wishes into words When I pin my thoughts upon instincts Poets may be weak […]

Poem : Swarms and Sages

Memory is a foam Memory is a labyrinth Memory is additive Memory has morphs I see a prison I see an asylum I see a rivet I see a kinesis I see a lark I see a prophet They are submerged They are subservient They are swarm lanes They are marsh lands They are poetic […]