Poetry and Ink.

No, it did not start with the extraction of bones and marrow. Neither, there was an epiphany.
I pluck my eyebrow with a sharp pencil, to check the skin underneath. A bizarre.

Mockery of a round square pats my naked back, yelling I have something inside my earlobe too.
So, I prick my navel and join the rummaging polka dots meeting my ankle, eroding the black spot finally.

What is there after all beneath my transparent skin? I burn. I burn.
Enough by now, drinking, smoking indivisible moments. They inundate like ant colonies.

For I have a single eye, a single lip, a single leg, a single tornado
The rest is a stone of Poetry and a wool of Ink.

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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.

56 thoughts on “Poetry and Ink.”

  1. Wow…it’s faaaaaaaaaaaabulous💘👌👌👌.You explained something unexplainable.And you exclaimed whether it was epiphany or not. Mockery of round square !!..round square is hypothetical..but it’s what you are saying you don’t what’s is it bothering.This was excellent line.loved a lot.O don’t know that words can also be can put in this way.A lesson for me . And you found the black spot which came by burning and burning by connecting the dots This is another excellent line,because you compared dots with the mysterious phenomenon ..happening inside,by those clues you found the spot.waaaaaaah..perfect👍.And you said about drinking and smoking,to just get out of that pain.and you told about the single thing bothering you by mentioning with single eye,lip and tornado.though tornado is single.It shatters you.Last line was classic.Stone of poetry,which says it’s hard in hear and wool off ink,generally ink is something which moves and have fluidity.But here wool can’t act as ink,similarly rock.Wow….stagnant emotions.I think something is going in your life,This is also soo dark.But you anyways won’t tell us.But I can see through the word.I must say.I enjoyed a lot.Thanks for those.A learning experience too.A real guru for me🙏

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    1. Kalyan,
      This was not a dark poetry. It was all about how if you discover the skin of my skin, all you will see is words, poetry and ink.
      I used some oxymorons round square also as a figurative speech only. The darkness that you perhaps see is something mysterious that a writer’s pen is saying.
      It’s a fact that how he/she is made up of poetry and that is what the end line describes also.
      Thank you for paying a read as always!

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  2. Oh my bad..then why I saw it…may be I am completely thinking in negative way.actually I asked you to read in dark manner.For example Imagine a woman going through lot of difficulties,And imagine she is going through lot of pain.Them imagine she wrote these lines.Now read this.If you still didn’t see it.Then I think I have to change my view on this poem

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  3. When you dig beneath the skin and search through the marrow, this is what you find inside the poet: ink and poetry. How creative you have demonstrated this in your perfect use of figurative language and stunning imagery.

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      1. Hehe…I can’t follow your works regularly…my bad…but whenever I come back it’s bloody beautiful. Your sense of words is amazing. Much appreciated here… 🙂 🙂

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