
Between the crooked lines and my deaf poetry,
i hear raspberry bowl of emptiness swinging onto my anklet
the sourness, the bitterness
strike right here in the perimeter of earthly images,
a vague amplifier going berserk
silence, noises, screams, Pause.
I am a stained tea- coaster, resting on your blue table
i crave a coffin or a bed now, for I want to cease
till the season changes and my blood spills ink again.
®MVS
You seem to be one of the Maenads who were the followers of Dionysus. Seems pretty dark now.
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Is this dark?
For once I thought this was not.
Ah!
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I don’t find it dark.
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“I crave a coffin or a bed now ❤ " I can relate. Beautiful work, Neighbour-elect. 🙂
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I am sorry but grateful if you could connect A.G. And I am a bit elated to her your last line, I wonder what all it can mean? 😊
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It means it is just a matter of time! I remember that I had to wait a very long time for feedback but it was worth it in the end 🙂
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Wow. Now that fills me up with hope.
Thank you so much!
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Wow! This is great!
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Thank you for that wonderful remark.
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Effort is a try no…
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So you think this was my effort for…???
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Nothing as such….
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Crossroads eh!
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Powerful
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Thanks bro.
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I love your use of “till the season changes and my blood spills ink again”. It Almost Sounds Like You Want To Take A Break Until Spring.
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Oh my, that is exactly what triggered my mind while writing.
The same exact lines.
Thank you so much.
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Kindred spirits… Great minds think alike 😉💛
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Speechless!
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Well, that’s better than cessation perhaps.
Thank you still.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Aw, Devika, this is another beautiful gem in your collection of perfect poetic jewels. For the poet, Winter is a time of death and silent slumber as it dreams of Spring’s arrival. Some winters stay for a short period while others last a little longer. The image of the coffin stands out as a dark image but not so. It also represents the yearning for rest so the pen can fill with new ink. We all need these times – these winters.I love how you have used the word cease, which usually means an end, but here, I believe it means that part of you that you want to let go of (that pain) so that your pen’s ink may flow again for love, peace, joy, happiness. I love it!!!!!!!!
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Well, there are so many hidden aspects in this if I can say that. You are pretty correct about the flow of pen and the season. I actually don’t know why did I write this work but I am sure you know that well through my words.
Alex, I am immensely grateful to you!
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Yes, Devika, your poetry always offers the gift of layers and I do love to peel them back top see what is inside. You are welcome but I am happy to read you!
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You are gracious enough.
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Sometimes I feel like a waterfall around your words. It is all deserving to be sure!
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How sweet
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🙂
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“i crave a coffin or a bed now, for I want to cease
till the season changes and my blood spills ink again.”
With this closing line, I hereby close my eyes and dream for a while…. of beauty woven with words!!
❤
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Shefali.
You have literally given me so much pleasure by saying that.
Hugs and a peaceful sweet night to you.❤️
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Pleasure is all mine… 🙂
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Excellent effort i
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Effort??
But thanks!
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Awesome!
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Marvellous ❤️
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Thank you Priya!
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I am speechless..
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I hope that’s a good way only.
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Every time I read your pieces i always wonder, ” will I ever get here?” Well I hope someday I will… Soo yeah its a good way 😊
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Aww. You are a darling.
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Wow that’s comforting…
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Glad if it could comfort you.
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Feeling this!!! Love the picture – basic but meaningful
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Thank you.
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First of all the pic is soo good.This poem says that you have writers block.You all told about emptiness and taking break.crooked lines and deaf poetry it says the thoughts are not in flow which you can’t hear and you told about raspberry bowl emptiness which is obvious.but another beautiful line you wrote is bitterness and sourness win perimeter of earthly images..this is soo good..it just says you are not getting the full image of your mind and something is not clear .vague amplifier going berserk wowww..it says how vague your images are in your mind.and the line about bed and coffin is great..and last line about spilling ink with blood and season changes says that you definitely want to take some time or break from all these until you get into form
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What’s a bottle of honey doing on a Lenovo laptop. The poetry was fine! Thanks for sharing.
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That’s alcohol!
Oh my.I can’t stop laughing
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“A bottle of honey” that just made my day.
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I know right!
How hilarious.
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Wow. Know that feeling. Yeah, a coffin or a bed!
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Oh I am sorry if you resonate.
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Loved it!! ❤ ❤
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Thank you Sara.
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