no reasons

cold hands meet me like temples,
adjoining bodies of splash.
a mother, a sister,
a verb, a noun,

it all begins with me,
a feverish touch of mine,
endless spots of joy and birth.
a door often conjures murmurs.

continuous, ephemeral drops of dreams,
hanging like autumn leaves,
a transitory position slips beneath me.
i stay quiet as a hawk,

pure as hot wax.
A body rocks its arms in blue stench,
and i bask in.
for there are things growing, a weed
for no reason.


hope you are doing great.
P.s My recent poetry got published here.

Link to my poem in this amazing anthology
can be checked out on amazon.

 

 

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51 thoughts on “no reasons

  1. My favorite line from you:
    “ephemeral drops of dreams,
    hanging like autumn leaves,”
    I picture every human passing by a tree and seeing all kinds of dreams hanging on the autumn leaves,
    and picking any dream they want.
    Incredible surrealism of poetic mastery. 🙂

    Like

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