i have a tongue of colours
with rooms of spaces,
mapping you & me.
A Polaroid stitch of sinking,
like bubbles
erupting in my hollows
of womanhood,
i have an eye like the sky-
drugged, fuller lips
with ashtray of hopes,
I spin in my own body,
toes kissing head
heads going missing-
like a reality fading,
Is it a kind of operation taking place?
Anxious hair fanning my tanned skin,
I carry children & autumn
both sleeping in my dreams,
like you-
you faggot skinned- mammal
and you smirk my Lilly shadows
as always.
as always.
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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.
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How beautiful is this. No one can use metaphors like you do. ❤️
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You honor me like no one.🙏
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Thank you. Reading you is my pleasure 🤗
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MVS, now it’s confirmed that I have to learn a lot and the best place is here with your mastery with words.
A guru to learn from
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A guru?
Oh my! Such a high praise, really.
So many thanks for this gratitude.
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I just want to learn. I am very keen 😊
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This is powerful!
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Thanks girl
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Stunning work.
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Thank you, sincerely.
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You are a brilliant poet. ❤️
Do you read John Biscello? I think you’d like him
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Hey thank you.
I would definitely give it a try.
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🙂
https://johnbiscello.com
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I am intrigued by your fascination with vintage photographs – I believe they speak to the kind of writer you are as they always create such beautiful atmosphere (just like you do). So, too, I love the way you spread metaphors throughout poetry, capturing common feelings in the most creative way. I see a lot in your poetry but here, I see a woman longing to bear a child and long nights of filling an ashtray while hoping for one. Just my humble interpretation.
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Your interpretation is appropriate. And it actually makes me happy that you noticed my love for everything vintage, especially the pictures. It speaks to me so well.
I am so grateful to have your vivid opinions, I feel you know me.
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I am glad to hear that. Yes, I imagine that you feel sometimes like you were meant to be born in another time. I know what you share through your words and sense you write yourself into every piece. Seems I am in love with your poetry and prose, too.
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Wow, it really is fascinating how we both connect!
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Yes, it is amazing!
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You never disappoint , Devika. Sending you a hug for this awesome verse. Words fail me.
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Hey thank you, Y.❤️
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💖🌺
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Oh wow. This is incredible
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Thank you love.
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Bootiful. ❤🌹
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Thank you Adnama.
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You are Welcome.
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This is superb
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Thank you.
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Beautiful. For some reasons, these lines bear a resemblance to you ” I have an eye like the sky-
drugged, fuller lips
with ashtray of hopes”. Well, that’s my interpretation.
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