You thought verb is everything by Debasis Mukhopadhyay

(For Ashraf Fayad)

 

The olive trees can’t hold my desires

They fume

Abloom

I pile words

How commonplace is love

Swaths of memory

Sundown in the centre of the tree

Knowing knowledge before it is made portent

 ..

I thought verb is everything

 ..

..

The sky shakes the tree to free the fruit

The twigs would need now no prayer

I have arrived at peacock spot

Is it forever too late

The knowledge is made portent

I would still want the olives to turn black but still firm

I would still not revise the words’ knot

Beneath my heels

I want to write my eyes on their skin

And breathe the light

That sinks in desire

 ..

They come looking for me

They say

You thought verb is everything

And I nod wondering what keeps my head in place

..

..

Debasis Mukhopadhyay‘s work has  appeared often on I Am Not A Silent Poet and has also appeared in many journals including The Curly Mind, Thirteen Myna Birds, Yellow Chair Review, Of/Which, Silver Birch Press, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Foliate Oak, Eunoia Review, Snapping Twig, With Painted Words, Fragments of Chiaroscuro, Words Surfacing, among others. He lives and writes in Montreal, Canada. Follow him at debasis mukhopadhyay or @dbasis_m on Twitter.