The Poverty of Worlds

To whose whispered spell my fancies sway?
'Gainst solidity, good sense'd surmise,
Seduced by unruly visions that play,
Sublime mechanisms of demise!

As sure-plated the skyscrapers stand,
Be undone by fissures mad gazes seek;
Or idylls of old daydreams disband,
To monstrous tales the sleepless speak...

As truant residue that agitates,
Unseen dust-devils like disease abound,
And hands withdraw from well-tempered ways,
To eerie silence of metal surrounds.

To a whispered spell my fancies sway...
'Gainst poverty the worlds surmise,
Seduced by brazen visions that wake,
Many muses of miscreat' minds!

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

Not sure which seduction i prefer most about you new work Swagato. The painting you've created is metaphorically speaking a grand illusion. But even more marvelous to my eyes and ears is the slithering ssss of your poem's superbly crafted lines

ken

[Swagato Saha]

Thank you for reading, yet again.

[duff]

A world split in half at first and then it splinters. Many with and so many without.

"As sure-plated the skyscrapers stand,
Be undone by fissures mad gazes seek;

I like that. Nice work.

[Swagato Saha]

Thank you.