I hear screech in my abdominal muscle
Lurking deep in my vanity of thoughts
My pillow talks the tales of absorbed tears
The white cover unravelling the bites, the thorns of forlorn chants
The crooked walls of my space shall direct the cave in my eyes
Deep, dark, lost all at once
My tongue feels the pinch as wound inflicted on a tree
I know the cuts, mincing of cherry tomato
Plucking of leaves, trimming the bush
Removing filth, shaking dust
Piling the dead flowers
Even if they wish to dip into the brutality of a numb cracked flooring of a dead house.
And I lie there, tongue-tied,
Stroking arrows of horror, the array of thunderbolts uptight on my white thighs
Watching it turn blue, darker blue and absurdly
All black.
Wow, you write incredibly … so beautifully evocative, I’m blown away!! Absolutely love your blog x
Abby – http://www.seafoaming.com
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Thank you Abby!
I am flattered with your generous words and would surely check your blog.
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I have to agree with Abby! This is incredibly written.. You convey pain with so much passion!
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Aww you are one kind soul Aishwarya!
I am really thrilled to know that you liked this piece. Pain indeed flows from my vein in the most subtle way!:)
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What should i say. There is so much to learn from you..brilliant writing..
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Must I say your this gesture is extremely appreciated. I am so honoured with your encouraging words.Means a lot.
Thank you Shreyans!
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You are welcome..)
Shreyans
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Deep….
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That’s the title also.
Thank you for dropping by.:)
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Your poetry is unbridled and untamed, yet, you take care to use the most palpable descriptions of pain and loss. The way you describe abdominal pain as screeching, mixing again the senses, and those pillowed tales of absorbed tears, is simply wow. I may sound like a broken record, but you writing is unparalleled in how it uniquely describes human emotions and your connection to the world around you. Your soul is like the pillow in this piece, absorbing its surroundings and all the emotions until it has no choice but to write them out. I keep falling in love with your work as I read each poem.
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Must I say this is the best I have heard today.You never fail to appreciate my work from the core of your heart and I could connect that well.
I am really happy to know how you liked my “pillow”imagery as that is the harsh truth indeed!
So much gratitude.
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I am blessed to be able to read your work and you are most welcome for anything I leave on your posts. When I read your work I am always moved in so many ways. I forgot to mention that I could feel the cloak being dropped over that cage as I read this piece. Each of your pieces culminate into a beautiful ending, even the sad ones. I love the emotions in your work, the creativity but more so the genuine uniqueness of how you see the world around you and how you establish your place in it – an observer who feels and then writes what she feels. I read a lot. I read a lot of well-written poetry. Then I read poetry like this and it leaves me babbling like a stream. Thank you for sharing your beautiful work.
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Okay, now I am more than thrilled.
Such generous words coming from you whose work is really commendable means so much.
You are true in your connotation that I observe like a lot.My half of the creativity is observation.Writers have that inbuilt I guess.
Anyway,I hope not to disappoint you in future and present my very best.
Thankyou for your valuable reads.:)
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You could never disappoint for every work is a masterpiece, a one of a kind, genuine poem. I am looking forward to spending more time with your words. You are most welcome 🙂
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You are an extremely sweet person.
Thankyou for your stay.:)
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Honest, perhaps, and sweet like dark chocolate – a hint of bitterness 🙂 You are most welcome, dear poet! 🙂
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wao
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Thank you.
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Sun, Mon, Tues… the ebb and flow of life.
One can see the reflection you go through in your work from life’s highs to life’s lows.
And you make the reader feel it as in today’s feeling of low.
That’s life. Real life. One feels the pain in your words today, but even your casual reader
knows your resiliency and that you will bounce back from this reflection… that you are an optimist who no matter how you may feel on one day… are always striving for that better tomorrow and will never give up.
It’s within your makeup… your force of will.
I feel the pain today, but look forward reading about the brighter day just ahead for you which you so rightly deserve.
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That’s so thoughtful of you Forrest. You have this faith that I will be optimistic once again,you know that I would write the positive notes once again and that’s actually true.
I will bounce back shortly but for now dark word, dark mirror is my cup of tea I believe.
Thankyou for your deep valuable insights as always!
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The imagery in this is superb, very vivid. A solid ending too:
“My tongue feels the pinch as wound inflicted on a tree
I know the cuts, mincing of cherry tomato
Plucking of leaves, trimming the bush
Removing filth, shaking dust
Piling the dead flowers
Even if they wish to dip into the brutality of a numb cracked flooring of a dead house.”
Love those lines!
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So glad you liked all my imageries.
I must you are my dear reader Tre who never fails to encourage.
Thank you for your sweet gesture.
Lots of love.
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You’re most welcome. It’s my pleasure. You’re quite the Writer. 😊
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Thanks sis.:)
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Incredible writing! How do you have time to do all the writing?
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Thank you so much!
Writers do not need time. Do they?
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I guess not. that’s what writes do.
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I really enjoyed reading this one. It’s very arousing, especially towards the end. Every time I read your work I feel inspired. -You are this opiate and I need more and more.
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Arousing? Can you please be precise with the arousing part.
For me it was nothing but a dark emotion here.
Thankyou for the read.
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Readers are often going get something completely different from what the author’s intent is. For me I’m getting an experience here, not an emotion. Men and women are just wired so differently. And what a woman can find painful a man will blow off and never think to it again- vice versa. Not gonna take another guess at it. I have to work in a few hours…lol
I never liked poetry til i read yours….I don’t know anything about it. So Intensely metaphorical and ummmm sometimes confusing. Goodnight
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The irony is something so painful made my day only because it was so beautifully written.
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Hi Amrutha!
Thankyou dear for your stoppage.It’s sad how many people feel this dark zone. Hope you have a good day!:)
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Such powerful imagery. Awe-inspiring stuff.
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Your words are precious.
Thankyou.
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