Iambic pentameter, for the first time.


Typing

I can’t explain the beauty quite antique—
That soft ticktock, ticktock the keyboard makes,
That rightness words and screen at times achieve.

Banging the board, unfurling words, I skew
A line and break the meter’s fleeting life,
My sharpness rips my paper heart in two.

Letting the cosmos-thoughts now riot and flow
In rapid swell, in rolling waves, I see
Figures, now white, now dark; at once they grow.

Therefrom more words, hard and mellow, arise
With sound of gushing spring in wild forests,
Amid high peaks, and stand in any wise.

They dance in bursting fits, these words of flame,
Lightning my mind with red and golden streak
In damp darkness of eerie moonless lane.

The song of keys, like cackling of birds, drown
My inner-voice's sonorous call, while all
I do is bang the keys in glorious frown.

My folders seethe. My desktop’s files like mutts
Now bark and yelp. Who coughs inside this room
But words half-dead upon trays filled with butts?

With love and care, I take the poem home,
From room to room, it scuttles, yelps and sways—
Dazed and confused, with angst, I watch it roam.

The world is still, the typing stopped for good,
Life now has death for neighbor. Tired of tears
And laughter, hushed and dreamless, oh, I brood.

The poem thaws and melts just like the snow,
And silence too resounds no worse than cheers,
My name will die too soon, for all I know.


Bibek Adhikari




Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2017-12-02 at 15:46

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done Bibek :)
2017-12-08



Nice Read. Well done.
2017-12-03


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
The meter is terrific, the sustained conceit (theme) throughout
makes this fine, a pleasure to read.
2017-12-02