Haiku
Cocooned
Loners to lovers
Lost deep in labyrinth; now
Buried in backyard.
The Dark Plunge
A mermaid-to-be
You stare at pregnant dewdrops
on the mourning rose
Undone
My eyes have the strength
Of the sea in them, my heart
The weakness of waves.
Unrequited
I build, stop, rebuild—
stop again, panting, legless.
A staircase pops up.
War
Snowmen under snow
I carve angels on white slates
for those without home
Amit Parmessur, 39, lives in
Quatre-Bornes, Mauritius, where he spent his adolescence hating poetry before
falling in love with its beauty. His poems have appeared in over 165 magazines,
namely WINK, The Rye Whiskey Review, Night Garden Journal, Hobo Camp Review,
Ann Arbor Review and Ethos Literary Journal. He is a two-time Pushcart Prize
and two-time Best of the Web nominee.
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