2 poems by Sreekanth Kopuri

FLOWERS

when sway their heads,
greet us with the wind’s
language in our eyes to
connect the unknown to
the known buds of our
stunted language, we are
always elsewhere where
the hands of time leaf
the pages off our calendars
burning them in the tongues
of those flaming night shifts
in the air-conditioned cells
flowering counter flowers
against the earth’s weedy
impulses muted under our feet.


TODAY

we feed the earth
with a new oxygen
that clicks on our
wrists, its discordant
strings nerve-knotted
to the spider’s net
glowing on the handy
screen that can make
love with us, recharging
the cells if need be, even
in the darkest hours of
midnight, as we often get
bored with our partners


about the artist

Sreekanth Kopuri Ph.D. is an Indian poet from Machilipatnam. He is the Current poetry editor for The AutoEthnographer Journal Florida, Writer in Residence, and a Professor of English. He is a pushcart nominee for 2023. He recited his poetry in Oxford, John Hopkins, Heinrich Heine, Caen, Banja Luka, and many. His poems appeared in Two Thirds North, Arkansan Review, A Honest Ulsterman, San Antonio Review, Tulsa Review, Expanded Field, South Broadway Journal, Vayavya, American Plants & Poetry, Nebraska Writers Guild, Poetry San Jose, Oddball Magazine, to mention a few. His forthcoming book From an Indian Diary is the finalist for the Eyelands Book Award 2022, Athens. His book Poems of the Void was the winner of Golden Book of the year 2022. Kopuri lives with his mother in Machilipatnam

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