
i am white & floaty like clouds.
thick sheets of molasses.
Old lavender strings hanging on my chest.
i am a convex memory of wax.
flashback of old days speak to me,
like vintage numbers,
vintage photos,
vintage walls & laughters.
i have a thing with people.
i mark and eat them along with the spaces.
completely. Bones. ashes. all in me,
as i create my nausea myself
dripping down my red lips.
i create and dissolve.
_______
Like this:
Like Loading...
Published by
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.
View all posts by my valiant soul
No one has commented. Blasphemy!!!
Dare I say no one writes introspective poetry as beautiful, raw, and inspiring as you do.
You appear to have a natural talent for this. This poem is a perfect example of how it should be done.
This was wonderful MVS.
Please continue to inspire us.
LikeLiked by 2 people
And a lovely feedback from A!
Thank you, actually I wrote this only a couple of minutes ago and yeah people are more into insta probably? Well who cares!
I am glad you read it. Thank you for delightful words.
🙏
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yeah.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice shoulder.
Stay inspired MVS.
LikeLike
This is one of my favorite things ever.
That I’ve ever read actually. 😍
LikeLike
Brilliant as usual. You never fail to deliver. What wonderful phrases you have in here. And the word vintage repeated. Just love it!
LikeLiked by 2 people
❤️❤️❤️
LikeLike
❤️
LikeLike
Raw and compelling.
Just love the power of this.
Just love it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
…. sobbing in corner…….
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very nice poem
LikeLike
The way you ended. This poem is stitched in my memory!💕
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love you.
LikeLike
I create and dissolve,, oh how I always fall in love with your writings.
LikeLiked by 1 person
There is gore, naked and flesh exposed yet there is love ❤️
LikeLike
There is gore, nakedness with exposes flesh, yet there is love ❤️❤️
LikeLiked by 2 people
You made me dissolve in memories, madam 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
In poetry we can write on sad things, happy things, memories, emotions, nature, all most anything. I guess that’s the beauty of poetry 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yeah so true
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful poem. I love your words and imagery.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Honored 🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person
I create and dissolve is tricky – maybe you meant you create poetry or emotions by revisiting your memories. It’s tough 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
Pivot of the piece was ” i mark and eat them ….” That line justified title aptly. A high point of the piece.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks!
LikeLike
You could have said only this and thunder would’ve roared:
“i have a thing with people.
i mark and eat them along with the spaces.
completely. Bones. ashes. all in me,
as i create my nausea myself
dripping down my red lips.
i create and dissolve.”
You are a master at what you do, Devika.
LikeLiked by 3 people
Oh tre,
I am at this terrible mind state and your words helped me a lot.
I love you dear friend.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You… “take it fifteen minutes at a time.” Love and peace and blessings to you. 💙
LikeLiked by 2 people
Nice lovely share! Powerful poem! Loved it completely 🌿💖
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙏🙏
LikeLike
😮 wow. It so raw, intense and amazing
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks girl
LikeLike
My pleasure
LikeLiked by 1 person
❤️❤️
LikeLike
That’s a wild human in you.
I loved it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks!
LikeLike
Your poetry is like perfectly stitched garments, sewn lovingly with a skilled hand. How well you create images and create moments that leave me sighing.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s nice. It’s beauty in the eye of beholder too.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, it is.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is again a marvel from you. I love how you define that we all are made of memories and we end up being a part of the memory. Loved it Devika.
LikeLike