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betterdays May 2014
slip,
silently into,
the water now,
with quiet ophelian grace
break ,
the tension
lying,
crying,
within mirrored surface
and breathe
the new world in
rinse,
repeat,
move forward.
leave the lost thoughts behind,
to scatter like
cherry blossom petals,
shed
from a dying mind.
watch
the ripple spread
concentric in it's flow
feel
the water's
silk, smooth, pleasance.
luxuriate,
in its embrace
rinse,
repeat
and flow.
grateful
for the calmitude
rinse,
repeat,
and know.
50 laps at the local pool.
Satsih Verma Oct 2016
Trembling…
the burning coal has gone to sleep,
before igniting the dry grass.

Eye to eye colliding
turning you into ophelian mess.
Light had gone back to black matter.

It was a frisk season―
in sick society. The hidden plaques
have come out in the blood stream.

You are now backtracking
on the uphill, ready to fall
from the green heights to connect with ground.

For keepsake I will
again unwrite the book
not mentioning the stillbirth of freedom.

— The End —