My Three Poems and Three haiku published in Better than Starbucks
RAINBOW
They color their hair
paint their faces to look younger
then speak aged lies
to emulate rainbows but stare
into the sky to find
which color follows which
before melding into one
they wonder what to do
with beige and indigo shades
that cloud their vision
https://www.betterthanstarbucks.org/international-poetry
They color their hair
paint their faces to look younger
then speak aged lies
to emulate rainbows but stare
into the sky to find
which color follows which
before melding into one
they wonder what to do
with beige and indigo shades
that cloud their vision
CLOSED EYES
The faces appearing
and receding in
the darkness of closed eyes
don’t answer why
they aren’t winged souls
fading in the sun
I emptied before it set
in the gowns of girls
stopped from dancing barefoot:
they shake autumn in the rain
mist blurs the image
water spills in shady pools
The faces appearing
and receding in
the darkness of closed eyes
don’t answer why
they aren’t winged souls
fading in the sun
I emptied before it set
in the gowns of girls
stopped from dancing barefoot:
they shake autumn in the rain
mist blurs the image
water spills in shady pools
SMALLNESS
I live in a crowd of fakes
smallness rises with age
my mind has ceased to think
new metaphors hardly happen
hunger keeps me awake all night
I mitigate minginess
inner lives are emptied
and filled with fresh stresses
too many fault lines run through
to make sense of the divide
my passion itches and prompts
I nuzzle the virtual too
it’s the same virus replicating
the same hackers that hurt
the vigor and rigor of
the new, left or pushed behind
whatever the remedy
wounds take deaths to heal
Ram Krishna Singh, born, brought up and educated in Varanasi (India), has been writing poetry for about four decades. Recently retired as professor of English, he has authored forty-two books, including his latest collections God Too Awaits Light (2017) and Growing Within (English/Romanian) (2017).
I live in a crowd of fakes
smallness rises with age
my mind has ceased to think
new metaphors hardly happen
hunger keeps me awake all night
I mitigate minginess
inner lives are emptied
and filled with fresh stresses
too many fault lines run through
to make sense of the divide
my passion itches and prompts
I nuzzle the virtual too
it’s the same virus replicating
the same hackers that hurt
the vigor and rigor of
the new, left or pushed behind
whatever the remedy
wounds take deaths to heal
Ram Krishna Singh, born, brought up and educated in Varanasi (India), has been writing poetry for about four decades. Recently retired as professor of English, he has authored forty-two books, including his latest collections God Too Awaits Light (2017) and Growing Within (English/Romanian) (2017).
https://www.betterthanstarbucks.org/international-poetry
Haiku
with Kevin McLaughlin
Professor Ram Krishna Singh sent us haiku from
Dhanbad, India. His work, at least this set, is especially eclectic,
featuring masses of people and a wonderful image of “decaying
fireflies.”
crowded streets
moving among the years
wretched faces
fingers feel
decaying fireflies
in night lights
slowly rising
from the cloud’s edges
autumn sun
Prof. R.K. Singh
Better Than Starbucks , November 2018 Vol. III No. IX
posted by Ram Krishna Singh at 2:50 AM
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