All Follies Are Heard Loud
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- In Honor of April's Poetry Month
Lets String one along In honor of April Poetry Month Lets string one big long poem that will go from now until April 30th... Lets continue where the next poem left off.
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- Poetry, Now it's my time to play
This is in response to The Examiner-1 challenge by Frank Atancio's April poetry. His title, Flowers for a dead lover.
The Night is not Scary
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When her lover visits her grave, he was sad and distressed
but his late beloved disclosed a unique version of her afterlife.
How curious that now I understand what I didn't know
When I was inside my skin,
Like a tossing leaf on the ground, I spent my life,
I didn't feel the pleasure of holding the ground firm,
As a rock does, and even an insect is adept at,
Can an actor ever appreciate his own performance ?
Throbbing though with abundant elan and verve,
It is only the audience that tastes the spell of curves,
And the arrows of sweet expressions and killing tones,
I am gone but you don't feel guilty that fate uplifted me,
And sent to the world that is a place where souls merge.
Or can it be called as a place, only I know and can't tell you,
It is I only who owed my own killing and I myself made it happen,
I caused my sudden evaporation from this world of flesh and mind,
Here at my grave, people and you come and place redolent flowers,
And express grief and sadness over my passing away so early.
How could I tell you that not only can I gauge my digressions,
I can also penetrate your mind and soul and wander all space,
Did you realize that I just kissed you and made love to your soul ?
The wild touches I gave to you without having hands and the skin,
I tell you that when we are across the ocean and find us alone.
We can see the waves in everyone's heart and mind like a mirror,
Strange that you are so scared of death, ghosts and darkness,
Believe me that things nocturnal are not as intimidating at all,
All fear, suspense and cravings belong to the living world only,
This world is not dreary and how wonder we walk without feet.
And we need no tongue when we want to speak and no mind to think,
One thing happened is that now the sun is settled in my soul perfect,
And I can talk to you if you dare come out your shell sometimes,
You would then know that all follies and blunders we make in life,
All that is seen, echoed and heard loud when one enters the earth !
© Harish Mamgain