No Explanation

by Satish Verma   Mar 29, 2019


How difficult it was to
remain a simple truth,
as passive grass
with no frills.

I was ready to talk
heart to heart.

You cannot stand all the ink,
writing, simple verse, furtively.

What was eating you up,
I asked the milkweed.
"On this summer, monarchs
were not coming to breed"
it said.

I felt the unease. Grappled with the
amount of pain, at tiny thoughts.

The scale and brutality
of the times, the throats slit open.

Like a clam you shut up.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Your poems always intrigue me, always leave me wondering and always give the reader (at least to me), this itching sense of wanting to know more.

    I see this posted in the nature category but automatically after reading, I felt the hesitation, the need to overact what we mean even, the need to fill our voids with something we are not. In not taking a moment to be just barren, laid out, we push others away. It reminded me of being so busy and filling the day with so many activities that we forget what is around us to be appreciated and heard.

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