i. ii. iii.A Poem by Amrit Evan Guptaincomplete but theni.
ii. iii.
i.
compact prelude
as
a child i loved to
look at very small things and
see something more
ii.
by the surface of the water
by
the surface of the water i let my eyes come out of focus green
light filtering through the water of
the miniature bay the
tiny waves twist and furl and
lap at the shore breaking
against the pebbles (boulders, under which immense
shadows hide) the
thin layer of silt is a mire and
i -- large,
ungainly -- cannot
even hear myself breathe as
i dip my hand into the snowmelt water
iii.
sub
-- zero/human/terranean/merged i
disappear into the current the shower hammers my spine, splintering melting eroding © 2017 Amrit Evan Gupta |
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Added on January 23, 2017 Last Updated on January 23, 2017 Tags: poem, river, water, snow, winter, depression, sadness, incomplete, love, growing up, childhood, emptiness Author
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