The-wisdom- is- her

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Mother: You are a hyperbole of the moon and the star, a hubris of soliloquy.

Like floating wax, you extend your skin to my mouth, forming chains of bewilderment

chains of congruence     chains of mammoth frills of hope.

You lie in the darkest of hours with a sparkle of holy water on your chin, the pink chin,

the orange chin, the grey chin where all the clandestine secrets are packed between

your teeth and the parched lips, you give blossom to my hair extending to my curves

the scarlet, metamorphosis pattern of face

Opulent serenity lies in your blood, I see my reflection

Time, death or a crooked  tree, you put embroidery incumbent to survive the veracity,

harsh or simple.

Objects around you become opaque, hollows of orange skies

squares of white ice, the eye of Satan

I absorb all the conjectures knitted in the black of  your eyes

to the stars in your magical touch

the fidelity to produce a seed: a seed I shall carry

a seed I may fail

your liquid, pale truth of surviving I inhale in the morbid tales of summer

only to form the web of ink and paper burning inside your motionless,

sturdy, an amalgamation of Supreme Ant  intoxicating, all pouring inside

basket of void, dulcet, a white star.


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my valiant soul

A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

33 thoughts on “The-wisdom- is- her”

  1. Nice, πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘.
    Mother’s are truly blessing from the God, if someone’s mother’s heart is broken(by her offspring) then she/he will loose the strings of opulence, mother’s prayer for the child or even a curse is implicit.

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  2. You write from another plane of understanding and reading your work is like being enveloped in a a poetic vision. Words appear like mirages in the dry dessert and you use figurative language so very well. ‘The web of ink and paper’ – that’s what it all comes down to for the poetess can but write what she sees and feels around her. Even though we are a seed from another does not mean we will reflect who the other is. Even the universe, which gives birth to galaxies, each galaxy looks nothing like the other. I love the subtle allusion to Shakespeare with your ‘hubris soliloquy’ and your ability to ‘knit’ words in such a unique way. The more I read your poetry, the more I fall in love with your words. Beautifully written, MVS!

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    1. How vividly you observed it and gave your valuable insights.
      I am so thrilled to know that you actually liked the emotion as described.Thank you so much for understanding the figurative speech.
      Much appreciated!:)

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      1. You are most welcome, MVS. I think figurative thoughts and it’s a language I truly adore. Smitten am I with you work!

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  3. I have no words to describe your writings. Your valiant soul has actually touched me. All I can say is I am lucky to have read your write ups. You , have such a unique way, which powered by your vocabulary, just creates a magic.

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