By Any Reckoning

by Satish Verma   Aug 27, 2019


A young grasshopper lands
on the paper, I was writing upon,
making a chirping sound-
and starts reading the poem.

It was an exceptional treat
for the eyes. Shutting the storm
window, I will watch the rain-
pounding on the frame,
to recall the visitor-

which was behaving like a
celtic Druid, in meditation, to see
the future of mankind.

Not sure, the bent legs, will
ever lift the body and
propel it to move.

The mayhem was thin, but I
declared- the poetry
was not for insects.

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  • 5 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    I have been away for a year but I clearly remember your poems back then. I am surprised to read this one where all of the stanzas coherently make up the poem and the title made sense in relation to the content. Not to dismerit the older poems because I have seen your craft from them but to appreciate this approach you now take. I think capturing that grasshopper moment was great and the poem is beautiful.