i offered hope,
the final gleam,
protrusions of my bone
like sediments rafting.
i offered ignorance,
a slick of tongue,
spitting and spewing nocturnal thoughts
the elbow balances the shades of anger,
with disgust burning like orange lust.
i am walking
i am walking like the moon,
shedding a splinter.
i take this hanging time
and gulp it like a pill,
again and again,
iterative footsteps.
i open my eyes now,
to swallow the feeling of numbness.
an icicle sharp,
unnumbered and undissolved,
moles on my body swell up.
Fever, rage, thirst, migraines.
this is the final stage of observance.
I count the enormous voices,
stranded, circulating and trotting.
olive tears swathed into blood corpuscles.
i am all dissolved now into emptiness.
yet, i am alright
the galloping strides of heartaches
Compelling rich words.
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That is beautiful and fraught with depth!
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Thank you Kevin. I am happy you liked it.
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Humbled.
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Lovely words and stunning imagery
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Thanks!
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Another MVS piece that leaves us crying out for more. My favorite stanza was “an icicle sharp.”
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So sweet of you! 🙏
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It feels familiar, yet with feminine and extensive touch. As always striking, as always runs deep. Having no words to describe resonance though.
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Thank you for such charming words!
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‘the elbow balances the shades of anger,
with disgust burning like orange lust.’ – I mean WOW!💙
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❤️❤️
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Deep. The inner torments have been described with such clarity.❤️
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Hey thank you!
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My deepest pleasure!🤗
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After reading this, I’m feeling a lot more than alright. Your words are a blessing to people like me. You make pain look so fucking beautiful.
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Ah Devika, this is masterful!
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Thank you darling.
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Beautifully put, as always 🙂
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Or nay be you are too nice ❤️
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After reading this, I’m feeling a lot more than alright. Thanks for making pain look so fucking beautiful. ❤
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Hey thanks a lot Nameera.❤️❤️
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I love the imagery here, beautiful piece.
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Thanks!
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This is a wonderful poem….that evokes for me..so many parts of my life….
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Thanks
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The ‘orange’ of lust is such an unexpectedly successful image. It’s so easy to fall back onto reds and blacks, but the ‘orange’ is so different and yet appropriate? I’ve missed your writing! x
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I missed your words equally.
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I often wonder can anyone write pain and heartaches as beautifully as you do.
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It’s the beauty of pain. It makes you do bizzare things.
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True that and you do it beautifully
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Great flow of poem! Nice share 💐
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Thanks a bunch
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I love your work dear Poet. A amazing poem.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
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Your poetry always makes me hold my breath while intensifying my pulse. Such a beautiful way to spend the first day of a new year, swimming in your beautiful poetry.
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I wish many beautiful days ahead with more awesome poems of yours on my platter.
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Aw, that is so sweet. I hope so, too.
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