A Crystalline Wave All Around : A Groan!
The chills of ☝️ one fine wintry 🥶 morn!

The moon soars high up the ground
As timbers along creeks, crackle all around
And high o'er th’se black soots, a midnight lingers long
And that smoke ever billowing, with wavering drifts all along,
Practicing —as if—to be a loafer, with every side spearing to let it finally abscond…
There, leaning on whites an abeyance ascends to raise aloft all unfound
On its way out like a sublime phantom descending to astound !
O! Look!
Slow in the meadows a mist silently gets out run
And beneath- those rested rocks and hardened logs,
a creepy cold waits upon ....
And buried in the deep,
many emotions have forever gone ...gone …gone
© November 2021 Madhu Goteti
About the Creator
Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!




Comments (1)
Such a strong vivid poem this is. Excellent work.