Living Dangerously

by Satish Verma   Nov 22, 2018


A moon interrupted;
riles the social class.
A native sense comes of age.

Piercing stare becomes rarefied,
unbuttons the peaks and
kills you with a mallet.

The scared mask falls
off the divine embrace, lets
free the pigeons from the golden cage.

The forked tongue will
speak only truth. Blood
was the only stain, washed easily.

I will get the tan
in moonlight only. My scars
will remain invisible in silver.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Darren

    judges comment
    What I love about this piece is it's complexity. You really need to sit and digest each stanza. There is so match imagery climbing out of this piece that makes it breath taking. It is also quite compact. Each stanza contains only words neccessary to continue the story. A challenging read that is worthy of my 7 points.

  • 7 years ago

    by D.

    Your poetry is so intense and intriguing. This is no different. I am slowly learning your style, as it’s so distinctive and cryptic.

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