Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 5, 2015





In love with many a strange death ,
Every time like Phoenix I rise to hug a new faith :

A death that overwhelms in the middle of a prayer
Where I wander inside a vacuum like a nameless speck
Without address or home , away from public glare ;

A death that lies in the silence of my cells
At the end of this physique’s long journey
Through delights’ dovetailed dales ;

Bewitched I partake in the death that lingers
In the womb of an eerie silence that rests its head
On the cyclone hit topless coconut trees

In holes of which there rest some dazed owls
Ready to fly off at the slightest tap on the hardened bark
When the old terrifying wind in my ears howls ;

Look how I diminish slowly as I repose on the shade
Of the temporarily eclipsed moon ,
In my longing to find my love soon–
I bloom into beams of radiance
At the death of a sighing, swooning moon.

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi 04/04/15

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