Gifting

by Satish Verma   Nov 16, 2016


O viola,
go over the grapes
and find an ageless green.

It is difficult
to be born
again, undoing death.

You swoon
at the continuity
of crossroads -

with blue flags
in your bowl.
A rosette,

without a winner.
A birthday gift
for all the failures.

At seventy five
you walk over a prairie
to find a shade.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I love the neat layout. Punchy cryptic stanzas that tantalise and tease with possible discoveries.

    Take care,

    Michael