Succinct verses decaying, dissolving,
like footprints of time fading o’er melting ice caps,
evanescing lyrical utterances of a dead ink
spilled over into a green lake,
while language vanishes like white plumes of breath.
A textual history lying deceased,
nebulous rumors now inanimate,
a careless contempt of pain,
a mishmash of conflicting rules:
all withering like adamantine – cautiously slow.
Soft margarine bodies lying buried underground,
growing hard and brittle, like a handful
of shriveled leaves, once pliant, docile, now dry:
hard’s the companion of death.
The lubricity of things dear, firmly grasped
but slipping through fingers;
old earth absorbs it all in necrophiliac love,
scattering everything to dust, while you sit there
sipping life’s gall, waiting for your turn.
#an old poem re-shared
#Apology for not reading your posts (if I used to)! Things have kept me busy!
#A new side-blog: rishuscribbles