Supposition. Poem by Debashish Haar

What if the world began
not with the fiery birth
of stars, nor the silent shift
of oceans on stony shores,
but with the whisper of wings,
the soft breath of a creature
on the verge of being?

What if creation itself
was less a burst of brilliance,
more a slow unfurling
of the hidden and the unseen,
like the opening of a hand
or the gentle turn of a face
towards the light?

Would we then see the world
not as a place of boundaries,
but as a field of whispers,
each breath, each sigh,
a part of the unending story,
the quiet song of what it means
to be alive?

 
 

 
Debashish Haar is a machine learning scientist, who has been published in literary magazines several
times across the globe, including Poetry Life & Times, where he was interviewed twice.
He is currently contending with a severe writer’s block spanning a decade, when he has hardly
produced any publishable content. He is also losing emotional connection with his own work
gradually, and spends more time to edit/tighten his old poems than creating any new content.
 

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Fuse Box 3 Poems from Gerry Fabian

Fuse Box

“Is it
almost
beyond
the moment?”
You ask.

Simple as
your voice
and my eyes
or vice-versa.
I flame to get
through to you.

The words are
electricity to
propel motion.
But there is worry
about the condition
of circuit breakers
It started simple
but now the charge
is more immediate.

Erratic Heat

Several kisses
ago,
I knew
that
this fire
would 
never
really
get beyond
kindling;
still
I 
hold
out
for
the slightest
breeze.

Accepting Derivations

I offer help.
She smiles and shakes her head.
White vinegar and water 
in the broken handle yellow bucket
with some ancient dried-up sponge.
The perspiration causes
tiny strands of silver hair
to stick to her face.
She wipes the faucet and then knobs
then turns her attention to the soap ring.
The concept of a shower
has not reached this farmstead.
Wiping a wisp of hair away,
she turns to the outside of the tub
starting with the farthest claw feet.
She has devised a way to contort
her old limbs to reach impossible places.
I watch in awe and embarrassment.
This is how it is done.  Period.




Bio

R. Gerry Fabian is a published poet from Doylestown, PA.
He has published five books of poetry: Parallels, Coming Out Of The Atlantic, Electronic Forecasts, 
Wildflower Women as well as his poetry baseball book, Ball On The Mound.


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