Poetry Rajendra Sharma — May 20, 2014 11:20 — 0 Comments
CIRCE – Rajendra Sharma
Crazily
I danced
as
cloudgates,
burst open,
and heaving skies
spat out
snaking
blue flares
while she leapt
to my arms
wanting,
wanting
till I stormed
her downy doorway
and sank into
steaming swamps,
with
no exit ever.
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What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney