i want to collapse in the horizon
where the moon melts into the sky,
a perforated splutter of cleaved dreams
melting like red crayons.
a ghost-like mirage,
fighting and swimming
like ancient thoughts,
i still want to be as white as silence.
slender apple-shaped my thigh,
fidgeting, a forgotten memory.
I am blue today.
I am black today,
sequences are resting like twigs on my belly,
making me rest, making me wild,
making me spin and spin.
I want to collapse like earth today.
Loved it!!
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Thank you, S!
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Beautiful ❤️ beautiful 🌺 lovely poem!
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Means a lot.
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Pleasure is all mine
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Beautiful ❣️
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Hi dear,
Thank you for your words.
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So beautiful!! Your prose is like a gift the world. 💜💜💜
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Thanks!
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You have no idea how beautiful this is!❤️ You are redefining poetry.
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Fuck! Love you Sam.
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Wow . You put words in a rich combination
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Thanks!
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Good work bro.
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Thanks bro
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I always love your wordplay – it makes me jump up and down inside. I don’t know how else to explain it. “)
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That suffices! Thank you love. Appreciate your words.
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this is so beautiful 🙂
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Humbled.❤️
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This line” a perforated splutter of cleaved dreams” made me read your poem again and again. Beautiful piece of art,Devika.
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Thank you Megha
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My pleasure Devika.How are you doing?
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Super Duper Awesome
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Wonderful imagery and evocation of emotion!!!
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Thanks
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Reblogged this on Lilaia Moreli – Words Are Sacred.
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If poetry is your religion, then you’re my religion. I mean, there’s no other poet who hits an arrow & never misses the mark. Your words, not a single one so far has failed to strike my heart & touch my soul.
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Nameera, you have no idea what does it mean to me. Thank you dear.
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What metaphor, such deviant thoughts what words
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Thanks you S, for coming back to read me after I have liked yours lol.
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great wordplay, loved the white silence!
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Thank you.
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How I’ve missed your imagery 😍
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Aww
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