do you remember the blues
penetrating my veins
of penumbra stoic
sheets?
your cutting voice of thunder
like a thorn poking
my chiselled neck & colour
my white skin turning weird
a stinking smell of appearance
& a missing map between cities.
cities of loss, cities of despair.
And i danced in the hollows of horizon
where liquids formed circles of numb rain,
you haunted me, ghost- like lemon peel.
and i peeled the layers, still & obvious.
With mercury dropping, lightings of heart.
( I am a sun- soaked, mosaic formation of wilderness & weed growing under your chin)
©Image and words- MVS
#NaPoWriMo#25
Well written!!!!
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Dear friend
I love your poems, they speak the language of flowers a language on the medow of the heart. Go on writing like this – I fully appreciate them.
Have a good time
Didi
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Speechless as often at how intense and beautiful you write! Loved the photo you chose.
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Thank you for complimenting the photo PD.❤️
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Most welcome.
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Superb..!!
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Thank you.
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This is on steroids good!
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Oh damn.❤️❤️
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Brilliant I Loved it. ⚘💕
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Thank you.
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☺👍⚘💕
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Woww…” blues penetrating my veins” this is beautiful,it shows how intense the pain is..and then the continuation of word play you used us amazing.. ” penumbra stoic sheets”…..and the use of imagery “cutting voice of thunder ” like a thorn and on chiseled neck..everything is soo good here…I don’t know how your mind works..you wrote these when you are in bad mood or you just creatively use these lines..!?!? But those give immense effect….” stinking smell of appearance” and missing map between cities of loss and despair…this is another beautiful line..it just reflects how the person moves like pendulum between loss and despair..but you wrote innovatively ,by using missing map..absolutely brilliant for your poetic intelligence👍👍👍👍👍👍👌👌👌👌👌…..and another notable imagery and” dancing in circles in number rain” woww…actually everyone get those situations..where you get numb of outside things because of what’s happening inside us..and the poetic talents comes when they explain it beautifully..AnD you killed it easily..like a genius…🔥….and peeling of layers of pain comparing with lemon peel,lightning heart,everything was pure brilliance….loved it devika..
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Beautiful and a bit bitter sweet…
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😊
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Awesome!
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Thank you, friend.
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Very good. I liked your cities of loss and despair. Well done MVS.
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Thank you.
I always feel elated to read your words.
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Always my pleasure MVS.
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Ooo Devika this is divine! Absolutely gorgeous prose.
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❤️❤️
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I am a sun- soaked, mosaic formation of wilderness & weed growing under your chin
I loved it dear 🙂
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Wonderful expression of emotions. Well done!!!
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Honored.
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This is a great poem as usual! I would love to know how long it takes you write something this good.
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Thank you and to be honest just a couple of minutes. Not kidding!
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Well that’s very impressive. You are then very gifted!
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🙏
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Stunning!
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Hey thanks Angie.
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My pleasure!
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A brilliant exposition of pain and anger.
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Yiee.🌸🌸
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Lovely lines. Adore them
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Vivid Imagery
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Thank you so much
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I adored the imagery and feeling in this! It was a wild poem to me, yet also calm and sure at the same time.
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Yes, you got it. 🙂
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