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A Crystalline Wave All Around : A Groan!

The chills of ☝️ one fine wintry 🥶 morn!

By Madhu Goteti Published about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
Handmade Art : chalk on black paper © November 2021 Madhu Goteti

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

nature poetry

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!

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  • L.I.Eabout a year ago

    Such a strong vivid poem this is. Excellent work.

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