Unjointed Time

by Satish Verma   Oct 25, 2018


Let the untold suffering
settle the incompleteness of truth.
You have to move out-
making space.

The empty chair fills in
at dark. I talk to my father,
daily about the remains of life
and falling debris.

A son does not want to
know the futurity. A dazed poet
will write the history of ruins
which was younger than memory.

A resilience still brings me
face to face with the gods of dead souls.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    This piece gave me a lot of thought. My feeling is at one level its a ghost story and the character is talking to his fathers shade as a means to work through his grief and yet at another level that it is instead a metaphoric view on someone who feels thier life is crumbling around them. Who fears the future but accepts that the answer to his future lays in the ghosts of his past. I would love to know your thinking behind this piece. Milly x

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