poetry

Recurrence

Excrusius

A death star dissects my white bare skin

And lanterns of judgments evolve like the zombies of oblivious sand

The peppermint of the next hour circulate in my iris,

Unconsolidated reverie of prayers,

asking the same coherent word.

Promises, a fallen star, destruction

all are in symmetry if one leaves other stays

Inch by inch I grow old, I see old music swaying on my freckled palms

Day by day, something occurs.

Numbness, lust, numbness. A prostitute cries and seduce.

I revolve around your milky lie, willing and wishing.

Thistles and apple grow across my ceilings, and the moment is a serenity.

I count my blood day and night, counting back and forth

to detect a sacrosanct lie, to detect a dead emotion

Illusions, Temple-bells, deaths, births, Bible verse,

I savour the ink and spray a molecule of each on my strawberry neck,

flavours and index of fortune float in the melancholic ebb.

The winter winds throw tantrums and my ex-lovers burn in disgust,

burning half lit cigarettes onto my fallen dying lips, making my body into ash.

Chopping and chopping the undone mistakes,

Probing into fathoms of undissolved wax of recurring spindle collision.

©My Valiant Soul


29 thoughts on “Recurrence

  1. There are so many lines packed with imagery one has to process and reflect a bit on the strong visual puzzle you have created. Within this one line stands out because of its stark simplicity.

    “Day by day, something occurs.”

    This statement is always true, but what does this stark, simple line mean within such a complex piece?

    My interpretation is that not only does something occur every day, it moves or inches things towards something. What…is probably contained within the puzzle of the piece.

    That’s a bit of my interpretation…the interpretation of the more complex images requires further thought and from reading your work for some time…that clue may not be provided until a further piece.

    On the “milky lie”, as you revolve around are willing and wishing, you should probably ask for clarification on this white lie that is to your satisfaction. It is what you are owed.

    It’s an informative image, bewitching piece.

    I look forward to contemplating it further and seeing what additional pieces of the puzzle may come.

    Very nice work Devika.

    Have a nice day Star Diamond.

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    1. My this piece can be interpreted in many ways, Forrest!
      Your perception is on fleek if I must say, I understand there can be so many derivations but at times the writer itself does not know what her emotion is, she just wants to say something perhaps If that even makes sense!
      A deep and intense view you have given as always and I am thrilled to read your words on all my verses.

      They really make me think more about the subject and life theories!
      Thank you so much!

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      1. It’s my honor to read and comment upon your work Devika. What you say does makes sense. Sometimes writing is a process of exploration for author him/her self. Thoughts are explored, captured, and expressed… and that may tell just part of the story at that place in time. Thus, the comment that further pieces of the puzzle may be revealed in additional writing… as the author works through the thought process/puzzle themselves. I know that sometimes in my own writing. I’m capturing what my feeling are at the time… so that I can think about and reflect upon them.
        Have a nice evening Star Diamond

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