October and poetry


Branches of sky
detonates,
uttering words of roar,
it gives a mirage of October
dispersed
A swamp of shining fingers,
saying poetry in love.

I have a strange connection to poetry,
it kills and speaks to me,
unlike you and your methods.
A death star, on repeat.
And I celebrate my October,
doused in the bowl of slippery nights.

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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.

27 thoughts on “October and poetry”

  11. Sorry to ask. I understood you are portraying poetry and the beauty of October nights through the image of a tree branch.
    Just this two line I have a confusion.
    ‘unlike you and your methods,
    A death star, on repeat’.
    You were referring to a person like a lover?

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