Friday, August 25, 2017

Friday Poems / ShortPoems 18.08.2017 / 24.02.2017





Syria
    The dead
Decay
In
Syria
The Gad
Never
Was
So
Repleted
    With
Souls

Fly
    During
Winter
I
Found
The
Fly
Which
Had
Perished
During
    Summer
Mummified

Finite
    Despite
Our
Finiteness
There
Are
Just
Infinity
    And
Eternity

Coffin
    Would it be
So
Much
Worse
If
Our bed
In
Life
Was
Our
Coffin
    In
Death?

Birth
    No!
No
birth
Is
    An
Error

Wreckage
    If everything
Lies
In
Wreckage
Then
Even
Poetry
Cannot
    Conglutinate
Anything

Love
    Why
Do
We
Carry
Lead aprons
In
Love?
As if
Its
Radiation
Could
    Injure
Us

Helicopter
    No
Helicopter
Flies
Such
As
The bumblebee
Or
The bummingbird
There
Remains
    Much
To be learned

Plummet
    A
Plummet
To
Sound
The depth
Of
Thoughts
Often
Is
Not
    Necessary
At all

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