I am down
with late-afternoon companions:
Vonnegut in the small rooms of irony,
McKuen with paper moons in his hands.
love of others,
love of self
hang together like a last scarf,
intertwined, misdirected,
folded over the silence.
I rise — for a moment —
only to the wish
of clouds, slow and gone,
holding the shape of absence.
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This is a beautifully restrained and evocative poem. The quiet companionship of Vonnegut and McKuen feels intimate and lived-in, grounding the piece in reflective solitude. Your imagery of love—of self and others—intertwined “like a last scarf” is especially striking, tender yet fragile. The closing lines linger with a gentle ache, capturing impermanence and absence with remarkable grace. A thoughtful, atmospheric piece that invites slow reading and deep feeling.
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Thank you for your very kind and generous words, Mr. Verma. They are always appreciated.
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