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What Else for Now | Krushna Chandra Mishra - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

What Else for Now | Krushna Chandra Mishra

Much has been happening these days .
The world around me is changing very fast.
I find my own universe lies threatened with new possibilities.

I wait and watch and enjoy how erasure is a pleasing thing.
I like only to cling to my past for the ring of security is still there.
I see the ring as I hear how everybody near and dear comforts me.

Today my world has expanded far and wide leaving me expecting much.
The ring of my past heard in my silent hours brings the clamour of demands alive.
I see everybody around- father, mother, brothers and sisters with many more- consoling me.

Am I desperate today ? Am I very sure my world of explanations is growing unchanged
Despite wind of change sweeping every floor of expectations and dreams at a magician’s speed?
There is an answer still- all is so wrought already well , there can hardly be any ill!

A Different Era | Donal Mahoney - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

A Different Era | Donal Mahoney

In the fourth grade
too many moons ago
a reassuring teacher
looked over my shoulder
and said not to worry about
some mistake on my paper.
She said that’s why
we have erasers.
Now a teacher assures
my grandson
in the same grade
not to worry
about his mistake.
She tells him that’s
why we have
a delete key.

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The Sound of Silence | Lynn White - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

The Sound of Silence | Lynn White

Silence is complicated.
It can be comfortable and companionable
like the silence between us now.
We see others though, where silence rests heavily,
as they seek speech to connect them, to bridge the gap
of discomfort, which lies uneasily between them.
We will not allow this silence space,

Worse is the fear of a future silence, a cold space,
where we have nothing to say to each other.
A silence where we are still together, but distant, remote,
without feeling, drifting into our private spheres,
that we do not want to share. No connection, touching warmth,
but a place where we are unable to excite each other
even with conversation.

We know dangerous silences too, seething with an anger
that pours from our closeness and expresses itself,
tightly wound, as it passes through us.
We communicate this only too effectively
and may break ourselves, before this silent storm.
Speech could not help us anyway, it’s violent words
threaten only to separate us, to blow away the vestiges
of how we want to remain.

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