From September 22, 2016. Reposting after some minor edits. 




Standing at the Crossroads

 

Standing at the crossroads,

Walking beneath an azure sky,

Losing ourselves in the woods,

 

We look beyond.

 

Deep in vagrant waters,

Shimmering like little stars,

Constantly changing,

 

We see ourselves moving—

We are the ripples themselves,

 

Living in each other's company,

Yet, alone in this unaltered

And unalterable world,

 

Strolling haggard,

Two carefree vagabonds—

Drifting, floating, unsettling—

 

Yet, like an eyelid's soundless blink

Some nocturnal blackness—

Moth-eaten yet warm—

 

Falls from the starless heavens above

Like a quiet throng of vulture voyeurs.

 

The woods watch,

A crossing breeze cuts a pause,

We hear the bell of silence

 

Upon the air of gloom—

Ding dong!



Bibek Adhikari 





Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-09-22 at 19:16

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I am implicated --- caught up! --- in the beauty of this poem. So many moments compel this reader's attention: the shimmering stars; the eyelid's blink; the vulture voyeurs ... I find, for myself, that it's often salutary to revisit older poems a few years after they've been written. The wisdom and experience we've gained can benefit and strengthen the poem.
2018-09-23


Sameen
The poem seems impersonal. As a reader I witness the scene but don't see it. Perhaps some human details? Perhaps some idea of who the speaker and their companion? Perhaps explanation of a want and also a conflict which holds back that want?

Let me know what you think.
2018-09-22