All Blank

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Tropical horizons of numb walls,
Wherein lies my dead mind, impotent veins.
Inside of my skins bursts, spelling the blank point
where there is no moss, where there is no sapphire
Sustenance to soliloquy dreams dipped in blank paints
Who am I?
A corpse of redundant hopes, a pool of mosquitoes, tortoise eye.
Stammering lips gather a thorn, to poke my swollen window,
who shall remember? Who shall smother?
It’s all blank.

©My Valiant Soul

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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.

50 thoughts on “All Blank”

      1. Oh but more often than not, pain is our staple. Brings out the poetry, yeah? And you’re very welcome. 🙂 🙂 here’s hoping multidimensional dreams dipped in vibrant dialogues caress your eyelids and your pages.

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  4. Wow, great imagery. Swollen window – those eyes about to burst forth and flood the Earth of your existence, smothering the what could have been(s). The depth of sadness is palpable.

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      1. I notice a lot in your poetry, Devika. I really do love how and what you write. So intellectual and passionate, your writing soothes the soul and sends thoughts into a frenzy. I am just so happy to be able to read such beautiful work by such a beautiful poetess. You are welcome!!!!!

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      3. I am so happy to hear that. You have no idea how many times a day I go to your blog to read your poetry and how good I feel after being there. Your poetry has made my day more times than you know. Thant I can make yours is truly humbling. ❤ <)

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      5. I am smiling hard here, Devika. Thank you, for that and for always leaving me breathless with your words. I adore them!

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  7. a blank canvas is yours to paint
    you paint the canvas of your life
    sapphire blue
    is but one shade
    of blue
    remember you
    see the future
    through the the lens
    of perspective
    gained from experience
    one day
    you wake up
    I mean really
    wake up
    the grass is green
    the sky is the blue
    the blue you choose
    like when you
    were a child
    true blue
    and the only
    thing that
    has changed
    is your mind
    you will fill the canvas of your life
    in the way only you know is best
    of that I am certain
    Have a nice day sapphire

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