No, I don’t write to cherish your cotton melodies.
An orange boy sleeps as I write and decorate my pages with
mannequins of moist thoughts.
There is a broken periphery as my words, letters unfurl the unsaid.
The corrosion of tanned face, the bleeding of fingers
onto this sheet that absorbs my coconut ink, seems seamless to me.
I don’t write to make you believe in my writing,
Fuming naphthalene skies, beneath my words
Iterative slumber happens. A baby is born.
Like ferns and twists of my tiny arms and twists
my words open, a reverie. A Hypothesis.
And so I don’t write to write. My fingers disintegrate and I ripple again.
“I don’t write to make you believe in my writing.” ….kudos.
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Sincerely thankful to you!
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My pleasure… 🙂
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Wow. Just wow.
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Hey Ayesha, thanks for the love dear.
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Welcome 🙂
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Loved this! Sort of meta about writing.
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Thank you so much.
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You’re welcome.
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Very beautiful. Plathish, but so uniquely you.
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Plathish? Like seriously!!
I just can’t be her, but thank you so much for the honor.
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You are unique unto yourself, but something here made me think of her writing. ❤
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Completely an honor.
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Renaissance poetry. Great feeling and thoughts in this , Devika.
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Thank you for you know this well.
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This is so damn good!No fancy comment, just praise for writing such an enjoyable post? 😃💛
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Thank you so much.
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You’re very welcome! 😃
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You write because you have to and you write when the sun sleeps. A night owl poetess who weaves words from the ink of her blood, from the marrow of her thoughts and she gives those words life, with eyes, to find their way across the page. This is intricate beauty, Devika. I feel blessed to read this poetry.
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Simply wow!
I wish I could have written those magical lines that you just said. Truly mesmerizing.
Thank you for this!
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You are welcome, Devika. That is what I got from your words – I was simply paraphrasing 🙂 I really love this piece because I think it speaks universally to all poets who write for themselves, to give their words life!
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And I think that is so true.
I am thankful you could connect with it too.
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🙂 I am happy, too!!!!
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You just took my breath away, and your piece became my oxygen..😍 so much love for you, Devika. 💖💖💖
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And that line is a stellar!❤️❤️❤️
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Beautiful and great words. I’m sure you did some deep thinking writing it.
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Thank you but apparently this was the gut speaking up.
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I see. And I love it.
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Thanks a ton!
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Welcome and have a great time
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Thanks for the compliment.
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This one is great. Though I love all your imagery this one is just so beautiful. 💖💖
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Perhaps doomsday was declared in praise of your poetry. The world will collapse and will reinvent under your pen.
I am spellbound!
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Perhaps doomsday was declared in the praise of your poetry. The world will collapse and will reinvent under your pen.
I am spellbound!!
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Oh my..what a spell binding comment is that.
I am simply grateful to you Shefali for acknowledging my work.
Much love!
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This is what writers write for not for name and money.You explained that in your own classical ways.Orange boy,coconut ink yesterday you used wool of ink and stone of poetry.Do you use this for effect or is there something deep inside these comparisons.If there is meaning then it’s a big challenge for me to solve them to because I never saw any writer writing these kind of phrases and words.It’s always like hidden treasure. ” decorating pages with mannequin of moist thoughts..Moist may represent .fresh thoughts.And my favorite part of this poem is “Fuming naphthalene skies, beneath my words
Iterative slumber happens. A baby is born.””” I mean the imagery of seeing sky is beneath my words are soo deep..because you did somethin innovative here by taking reader to deep into the word and them asking to see the fuming sky👏👏👏👏.Ending was good as always,ripples say that you are again want to float in that thought process.And one more favourite line is “I don’t write to make you believe in my writing,”This says what writing is for writer.
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A thank you won’t be enough but I congratulate you for devouring my words to the core.
You have said the beautiful lines and that is all behind this work although moist instead of representing fresh thoughts can also be seen as teary thoughts. But I really adore your innovative perception.
Thank you for all your words, means so much to me!
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Moist thoughts..yeah tearful thoughts.I forgot to think in this way.and what about orange boy?? The orange color is symbol of intense love.So I didn’t get this also
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Yes, intensity can be seen.
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I thought it could be felt
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This is great
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Thank you.
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No problems
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You always amaze me. You are so talented.
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Thanks.
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You pour magic. Absolutely gorgeous.
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Thank you girl.
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Ahhh!!!!!! POWERFULL.. I can really feel the intensity
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Left me speechless, yet again… Wow
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You make me smile.❤️
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I would have loved this for the image alone, since I started writing poetry after reading Plath’s novel this year.
This poem resonates the most for me. “I don’t write to make you believe in my writing”
We all miss Sylvia, but in your words her soul lives on and as long as you keep writing her bell will stay ajar.
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I wonder why people have started giving me so much honor as that for Plath’s work.
She is indomitable.
I am truly humbled, nothing else for your gracious words.
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People finally caught on 🙂
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Ah, they and you are just great souls.
Thank you so much.
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Cotton melodies full of fluff
mannequins of moist thoughts such rich musings you cast and weave.
well penned.
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Glad you liked it.
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Nice poem!
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Thank you MCM.
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Your welcome fellow poet
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Speechless yet again! – I loved the last line – other lines are just beyond beautiful.
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Thank you my dear writer friend.❤️
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An embarrassment of riches, to which my two cents cannot add. So I say simply, well done.
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Excellent statement of intent. I am impressed and nod in appreciation and respect.
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Your words are valuable.
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Intense
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Thank you.
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Powerful thoughts great post 👍👏
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Whaaat! I mean WHOA, WOW!
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Hey, thank you for such a beautiful expression!
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You wouldn’t say that if you saw my face, like jaw dropping one, not a pretty picture, I tell you!
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Haha. I am sure even that’s lovely.
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I am telling you, it’s really not that pretty of a picture. Really!
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There is beauty and brutal honesty in this piece when you say you don’t write to please. My fav lines “There is a broken periphery as my words, letters unfurl the unsaid.”
We write as a testament to our pain which is boundless and needs no validation.
Bravo, Devika. You go, girl!!
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It’s all about how our saddness floats on that piece of paper, and you got it so well.
Thank you Megha.
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Well-said!
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🙏
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