two small poems

Dead-and-alive

Verses on pages fall beyond rehearse
as reserves in thoughts progress, reverse
lines lie dead like writers’ hearse,
revealed and alive by healing readers.

Gears

Eyes and ears are drivers of a kind
hands that compose through light and sound
as organs they nest inside the mind
to chirp the tale of what is around.

© supratik 2020
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Sweetwater

I enjoyed these poems very much, especially the first one, I like the way you have woven the words around. Sue.

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