Misdirection by Dah

 

Sometimes the gray sun

is dry rain

or an old bone

other times my head’s

badgering

is a host of discontent

 

There are times I wear melancholy

like deep sleep

so rising to the day creates

a storm that places its mouth

over my ears

and blows cold nocturnes

 

Some days I hold tightly to

the quiet that surrounds me

and listen to the dead

for they have much to say

about unfinished lives

 

Inside the fog’s drowsiness

moisture is a grounded parachute

and light’s eye has rolled back

into its skull

 

Sometimes out loud

I ask What is the point

But my thoughts are

discombobulated, misdirected

 

I wait for an answer

but there are so many

that I cannot separate them

and somebody inside

keeps laughing and laughing

 

© Dah

The Opening

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DahAbout the Author

A prolific writer and an awarding-winning photographer, Dah has been writing poetry for many years, and according to himself, he has not reached the degree of writing that he knows exists somewhere in his mind. Dah is working on his next collection of poetry.

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  1. Thank you, Raja! Love to you. Om Shanti, Namaste ––))

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