Senryu by Dr Mona Bedi
whelk shell
his softness
always hidden
fieldstone wall
all my lies
piled up
pandemic still the birdsong
tarot reader
the things she knows
that I don’t
quagmire walk
the situations i try
to avoid
By Dr Mona Bedi, Delhi, India.
'Tis the kernel of it all
and also the fruit and essence.
A natural invitation to succumb to life and its
temptations
before the clock chimes Putrefaction.
All would be vain without that apple.
Men's throats are keepers of eden's and earth's
secrets.
This is why all fig leaves wither;
they will always find the ground.
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