Rohan Mehta

Poetry Is

4/19/2021 • Rohan Mehta | Rhyming

A goblet of glass,

    the honeysuckle-past,

souvenirs of spring,

    a Friday’s fluttering


whispers of a wishbone,

    a falcon of fog,

droplets of daytime,

    and on, and on, and on


the human heart,

    apostate of the mind’s machinations,

a scavenger’s sight:

    an eye of the imagination