Touching Again

poem by: Durlabh Singh
Written on May 27, 2016

TOUCHING   AGAIN


Having touched that the skies were gold
Having touched wanton winds carrying knives
Having touched that wandering eyes were sweet
And having touched the bitter taste of each smile.

Having touched the brindled blossoms
That speared the wings of each firefly
Having touched the gateways leading nowhere
And having touched vicarious verse which defies.

Having touched the meadowy slips of dew
Having touched the chaste hungers of bereft
Having touched the springs that kept murmuring
In adoration of cool waters in the mountain clefts.

Durlabh  Singh.

 

Tags: deep, dark, imagery,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem Very deep like most of your poems But very understandable. I think we all have touched all of these things mentioned But most of us take all of them for granted.

 

 

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