Spitting, patting
flower of titanium.
lip-locked, verbiage sonogram
With shadows of hurricanes
dripping blood,
moth-like opening.
sweet and resolute.
Hear the thoughts,
dissecting silence
like an umbilical cord
unfurling,
oozing,
The tips of bud
and bottoms of
butt,
clinging, parasitic love.
parasitic hate
both entwined,
both subsisting.
in your clockwise tongue
of spits and spits.
image and words-©MVS
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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.
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“dissecting silence/ like an umbilical cord”… Love the idea of an umbilical cord. Fascinating poem!
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Glad you liked it.
Many thanks!
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Yummy!
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And what exactly is yummy my dear friend?
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Yummy is delicious. Your words have a lot of sexual appeal. Of course, I could just be projecting my own personality and point-of-view onto this, but these lines create a delicious picture in my head:
“The tips of bud
and bottoms of
butt,
clinging, parasitic love.
parasitic hate
both entwined,
both subsisting.
in your clockwise tongue
of spits and spits.
image and words.”
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Sexual appeal? That’s a new thing I heard today about my work even though I did not write with that idea.
But thank you my lovely Deah. Your words do make me smile.
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I’m glad they make you smile! Your words are vivid and colorful. I always love reading your work, because for me, I do find sexual appeal in them. 🙂 If you don’t mind me asking, what idea did you have in mind when you wrote them?
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My observation about life and people tends to make me think deep and write that.
I am really glad you like them.
🖤
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I do. You’re very talented, and I’m so glad I have the privilege of reading your work. 🙂
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Aww🖤🖤🖤
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Damn it Dii. How many color’s do you have in your pallet. Loved it 🙂
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Aww, ain’t you adorable Siddharth.
Thank you.
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Really. LOL 🙂
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This is very difficult to understand..but let me tell what I have grasped..started with spitting and patting of flower..may be its like plant giving or spitting the flower at the same time patting the flower..but you compared with birth of a child using beautiful imagery of ” verbiage sonogram,and shadows of hurricanes,,” and again dripping blood refers to baby getting out of womb And then again shifted to mother like opening referring to birth to flower from bud.this is very nice…and beautiful line and most favorite is hearing thoughts and disecting silence….and compared it with unfurling umbilical cord and oozing of blood at the time of delivery..and again you shifted to flower bud and told about parasites and life both exist together while giving birth …so it’s all life either flower or human..it’s good..duality..
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When I was writing this, even I wasn’t sure about lot of things and I don’t even plan to decide it’s meaning. I leave it up to my readers.
I had to write it simply as it was all in my blood, some in heart and a piece in mind. So this was it.
I would though extend my thanks to you.
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Hmmm..but it’s all I understood
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kalyansparks does give insightful and often very interesting interpretations of your poems. these interpretations may not always agree with me, but I like his zeal.
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Every reader has their own perception. I can’t counter that.
I am glad you have a unique way into my world of poetry.
Thank you.
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Awesome poem!
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Why always the exact words, I wonder.
Though I am grateful to you.
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Your welcome and grateful for you and your work, never quit.
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I so much love the imagery and portraiture of your words. So clear and definitive! Well done!
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That means a lot.
Your words make me smile.
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My pleasure!
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a brilliant composition that makes you wonder, makes you get lost in the words, the images that conflict and in the conflicts when one sees the convergence. I loved the comments on this poem too..very interesting and orthogonal interpretations.
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Actually the comments are very different and interesting.
And your is too!
Many thanks, ESP.
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My comments are never so well formed when it comes to good poetry, which in your case if almost always true. I feel stranded between the images you conjure up; without words that can describe what I feel. Yet I am somehow compelled to write a comment. These comments unlike those written by your other readers seem cursory to me, superficial at times, yet I cant help it 🙂
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What are you even talking about?I always cherish your genuine words on my poetry. Not everyone here is up for detailed insights and believe me I am not here writing to please anybody. It hardly matters what comments I receive. I am happy only to see if people find goodness in my words and you always do that. And that my friend makes me highly grateful to you.
Thank you for all your support, truly!
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ok I take back my words 🙂
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You are kind, my friend.
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Hmm. The way I have understood is you have actually explained the image of the flower in the poem.
How the lines on the petals appear to you a dripping blood and how the pistil and the petals have the parasitic relationship with each other. Phew, this one was tough to crack.
Let me know how close/far I was.
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Yes, that only!
I am blessed to have you dear M.
Sending hugs!❤️❤️❤️
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Yay!! I got it..
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