image- self
The heights often scare me
collapsing: with celestial bodies
galvanizing, molesting only my skin
crooked tree trunks, molten rocks,
reside in the outer rim of my stomach
The rituals die here each day, epileptic seizures,
the concrete blood vessels begin to spit,
spit and strive,
my narrow palm opening begins to feel,
spawling and missing.
At this point, I am a soaked kidney bean of hope.
The heights still succumb me.
I remember how I drew paintings of that daisy from my lawn
I remember a lot now for memories rest like an atlas inside me.
And memories also teach the momentum,
the possibilities of reading a pale tanned leaf.
Like a beaming flicker, a corrosive Sestina.
Glimpses of memories at sometimes picture a new past reality…
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So true!
Thank you for paying a read.😊
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Thank you for your writing that is always very challenging! Many things are expressed with intertwined words that address to one another and let it the thinking of the reader gallop…
🤗🤗🤗
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Philosophy is always intriguing to me and I am happy you find it relatable and worth reading.
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That was beautifully captured 😃
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Thank you, Esther!
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You’re welcome 😊
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It looks like somebody is searching for a lost sense of purpose of worth. Admirable Devika :).
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You never know.
Thank you for dropping by. Much appreciated!:)
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My pleasure 🙂
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This is beautiful. I’m in awe of the way you make the words flow. 🙂
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Thank you Smriti.
Your words are flattering!
Much love, dearie.😊
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I loved how you connected each and every imagery to nature. It’s such a smooth flow. 💗
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Actually, I uploaded the picture first and then I wrote my thoughts connecting it.
I do that often. And sweet people like you adore it and humble me.😊
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You know that’s a very good idea. I write a piece and then I am unable to find the image that actually connects to it.
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I do know what you are talking about but generally I do it anyway. It’s all about inspiration and it has no specific beginning I think. You may inspire me and I might inspire you. Haha.
❤️❤️
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Haha.. You do inspire me. You are one of the few people whose work I specifically look forward to read.
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Aww.
You are love to me!❤️
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That’s a great way to write. I often find pictures and words come to life.
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So true.
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Sometimes a title will pop in my head and run with it – do you do that to?
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Beautiful write up💕
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Thank you Priti.
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Everyday you amaze me with new frame of imagination and new knitting of words.are you reading chemistry these days.Galvanizing,corrosion ,tanning,it really used for change of material shapes and structure inside the molecular level.But relating with this with your memories is absolute brilliance.Acrophobia is common for many.And the way you expressed is about it is awesome.” I remember a lot now for memories rest like an Atlas inside me” .This is a awesome.Because we always visit our past memories with respect to time and places.
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Poetry is all about allegation and formations.
And I truly believe it’s the charm of each single word that makes poetry sublime and realistic.
So many thanks to you for supporting once again! You are kind!
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You too.
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Reblogged this on S. K. Nicholas.
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Honoured to be read by you!
Many thanks.
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You’re very welcome. I enjoy all of what you write. It speaks on a level that’s hard to find.
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How thrilled I am to hear that.
You are generous!
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Credit where credit’s due, I say! 🙂
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“I remember how I drew paintings of that daisy from my lawn
I remember a lot now for memories rest like an atlas inside me.”
Perfection.
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Aww, so kind of you to say such amazing words.
Thank you, sincerely!
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I mean it!
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I respect your words.
I truly adore your writings as well as your words that you said.
😊
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I’m sending you a smile!
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Thank you.
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You are very talented my fellow poet!
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That is such a sweet thing to say.
Thank you.
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Your very welcome
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Thanks as always!
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Your welcome
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Oh, how I’ve missed this blog! I’ve been locked out since you redecorated (which looks amazing). But then SK Nicholas reblogged & I found a loop hole. There’s only a small group of unique poets that still exist and you’re one of them.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go & devour all the poems I’ve missed here.
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Oh my! May I say how flattering your sweet words feel to me right now!
You are one of the finest writers I see here and it’s completely my pleasure to hear such an overwhelming compliment from you.
You are more than welcome to read my work.
So much respect to you!
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You’re most welcome. And thank you for the kind words 🙂
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Sure.
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Memories hold our pasts and I love how you liken it to a map. Our minds hold all that we are from those experiences we’ve shared with others to those we’ve enjoyed to ourselves. Your words always remind of those early days in Philosophy class!
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Philosophy is really intriguing and raw I believe.
Glad I have a mature mind to understand this deeply.
Many thanks!
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I love it, too. Yes, one has to have a mature mind to devour and internalize all branches of philosophy. I think you have a great handle on writing it and understanding it.
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I was lost in your words Valiant.
Memories. It spoke to me on so many levels.
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I am so glad it did.
❤️
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❤️❤️
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Awesome.As expected from my mentor.
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Beautiful writing Valiant Soul. ❤
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This is beautiful!!!
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❤️
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An intense piece full of seemingly traumatic memories of this place. I know you used the pic and wrote what you saw, but the character you created was suffering, definitely.
I loved this!
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What a beautiful picture. Love the writing.
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I’m sorry to just flood all over your words but they are so beautiful. ❤
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It feels nice😊
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Wonderful! 🙂
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Intensity is what creates the art and poetry and you noticed it vividly.
So many thanks to you.
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