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A Sea Of Moons
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Satish Verma You are pinned on the
board to don the cap of watchman.
Jasmines go nomads.
To alter the nomenclature
of pain, to take a nap in the rose
garden. You cannot move a mouse.
Violets are raising hands.
The voices are dim. It is getting
dark. Two small eyes roam.
I really, REALLY!. like this
I really, REALLY!. like this poem. The voice speaking seems rather casual and conversational. yet the tone becomes eerie from the first few words. Is that word "pinned," in the first line, just a phrase, or to be taken literally? And what kind of watchman---a security guard, or a horrified witness to some strange goings-on? The person being addressed, who is pinned to a board to watch some sort of process, is watching as the nomenclature of pain changes, but the watcher is now not able to move a mouse (the computer device, or the roden?---the ambiguity increases the poem's effect). The fianl stanza shows us violet acquiring hands (mutations?), voices dimmed (is sound now perceived as light?), and the sky is darkening. Who or what the two small eyes belong to is left unstated, but, in reading this, I become sure that the eyes in the final line are not those of the watchman in the first and second lines.
I beiieve this poem is a brilliant demonstration of the ability to compress so much activity, and an implied sense of eerieness, in the fewest words and lines possible. A huge backstory is also implied; but not disclosed at all.
I applaud your accomplishment in this poem. It is one of the finest of its kind---a poem about mysteriously eerie occurences---that I have read in a long time.
Starward