Now is an illusion between there past and what’s next, now is like a line between the sand and the sea, with only sand and sea and an evanescent edge, now is a bridge between what was and will be, a momentary pause for thought and rumination, now is the time to embrace contentment, time …
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Drink of the Gods Good bourbon (Four Roses),Lemon juice,One maraschino cherry, smashedCreme de Cassis (1 teaspoon). Studied psychology,Went into marketing,Then advertising. That was my life in the novelI meant to write in the firstfull flush of joyin being a poet, a boy barely twenty years old,tall, thin as a man who runsand never stops, enjoying…
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Jigsaw puzzles, nothing more– pieces spread out on the table or floor, needing attention, border pieces are easiest to find, to align borders, boundaries, a bit of sky, a few clouds – the tabs, loops, levels, interlocking patterns, doorways, then blurry faces, a flight of stairs going to the edge, off into nothing, nowhere, in…
You define heartbreak muss and all things mingy required in this rigmarole. You limn for me love its rites and residues. Unclaimed you abide in a dead part of me. You will last longer than me. You live in my lines. The post Panegyric | Sanjeev Sethi appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source…
The day breaks into a crimson dusk, Pastels merging into the bright chirpy hues, The sea stretches to the horizon Unabashed hopes of a rendezvous with the sky The shore seeped in love, surrenders to the sea, The sea unrequiting:unloving, Ebbs away with life Sprawling death all over across the shore. Since centuries, the Shore…
