Shoot straight to the Heart
12 October 2016
Encounter
With a bleak moment
Silence told
In torment
The inkling a suppressed fire
Weakness in desire
They gather
My deltas that flow
Into rows
Of channels
Stage falling off in panels
The play covered farce
The bullets
Tiny rivulets
Riddled scars
Point to Mars
Like arrow aiming at chest
Shoot straight to the Heart
Reading of the poem:
Assassin’s Tango – John Powell
‘Weakness in desire’ is a great phrase
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Thank you Derrick. I invented it on the backdrop of the concept of Samsara 🙂
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lovely poem…cheers
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Thanks. Cheers
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These old hands do not aim very well.
Lovely poem.
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Thank you Pranab 🙂
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Lovely poetry and recital
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Thank you for your always kind words 🙂
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It’s always a pleasure!:)
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Ouch!
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Yes, ouch 😀 Thank you Marissa
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