Got a poem’Let Me Go’ in this stupendous issue of GloMag which is a print issue and will be in national libraries in India.
Let Me Go
When you sit with me on the bench, your arm around my shoulders, I wonder Will the sun ever cease to be? It is a homecoming of sorts The birds, done with twittering are settling into a twilight made soft with twigs Dusk is a tender stole thrown over us, silently The gold drowns abruptly like a cold word in a warm heart leaving us staring at an aftermath of glory Could you slide your fingers a little bit down? There is a sorry dream stuck there -a tiny rustle of wings squirming to meet a breeze Let me go now so that I can follow that bird across the darkening fields and to you, return before it is too late
I do not remember the things you said to me about me, for me I keep no tabs, no written words no saved files, no cut-copy-paste replicates nothing to prove their existence and ruthlessly level any secret hollows where they might creep in unnoticed and with passion, couple
Still they survive curling up into tender silences when we meet stretching out the little time between us into valleys uncontainable
GloMag August 2016 is here! Happy to to have a poem titled ‘Looking In‘ at page 91. Lots of good friends have sent in their work for this issue. The preface by Robert Klein Engler titled ‘After the end of poetry‘ is a must-read.
“If you say that word’beauty’ one more time, I’m gonna puke” 😆😷
Won’t say it but this one is a b- – – -y of an issue.
Source: GloMag August 2016