Two poems by Ananya S Guha

I am not a silent poet

1

A crutch

I hold on

to

a swivel of hope

in

tantalising wind

the flesh summons

and the wind blows

into

skies as luminous

lights spread into

eerie silence.

2

Umbrellas are painted

sticks to ward off

evil and rains

also the encroaching

heat as a stick

is a rejoinder

to what is happening

in sun and sky.

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Four poems by Dah Helmer

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

Seed

,,
Without knowing
our beginning
we do not know
how far we have come
,,
The first seed sprouted
as wordless space
,,
Yes, we have named it
many times
and still
we do not know it

,,

,,

Vapor
..
If only to drift away
to another universe
that knows
no objects
no boundaries
no suffering

,,

,,

Rocks
..
We are like rocks
held in
deep agony
,,
Sealed inside
the high pitched squeal
the shuddering heart

,,

,,

Man
..
I say this softly / Man,
a forceful creature / a living
misfortune
misguided
and misdirected

,,

Dah’s seventh poetry collection is Something Else’s Thoughts (Transcendent Zero Press)
. 

He is a Pushcart Prize and Best Of The Net nominee, and the lead editor of the poetry

critique group, The Lounge. Dah’s eighth book is Full Life In The Day Of A Poet
(Cyberwit Press). 
http://www.dahlusion.wordpress.com

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