Acrimony

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Satish Verma

In longest night 
of pitch-dark space 
you disappear like an arrow. 
No star brightens your face. 
Rumor was cruising like a bat on streets 
to capture the gullible victim 
on winter solstice. 
The snow was falling like 
sorcery. 


A little anxiety to taste the 
dried out grapes 
and listen to the hunger 
mouthless. 

You draw the lake 
on a canvas 
and then jump into it 
with visible nakedness.

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"...like sorcery..."

Got snagged on this line. The last verse/stanza defines poeting (& any creativity) for me ~a~

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