for all i remember the morning was obscure,
misty and dewy,
almost like a suicide.
he stood flowing, hopping from city to city
with mirrors broken,
a kiss forgotten.
i drew a circle that day to keep myself safe,
i always do that.
a circle with mangroves, swamps.
fingers / traipsing my mollusc body.
i had a fever.
cold and shaky like a shadow.
i wanted to perch on the footsteps you walked in.
it was that simple,
hallucinating your white-blue shirt.
oh the smell we created like chemicals.
a cadence you left still shines like the moon.
i keep it in the almirah i created,
my staicase.
a circle : of all the beginning.
I sit and fall like meteors.
and i capture your emblematic threads of wilderness.
a point of my sustenance.
my poem published on the rye whiskey review
Loved it, touches the heart xx
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Thanks sweetie.
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This:
“i had a fever.
cold and shaky like a shadow.
i wanted to perch on the footsteps you walked in.
it was that simple,
hallucinating your white-blue shirt.
oh the smell we created like chemicals.”
And:
“I sit and fall like meteors.”
Brilliantly crafted, Devika. There’s so much in these few lines. The imagery is splendid.
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It’s all about missing that feel. Thank you for feeling this that deeply. Mean a lot to me, dear friend.
❤️
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You’re more than welcome. More than welcome, indeed.
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❤️
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Amazing post.
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Thanks sweetheart
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You are Welcome.
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Vivid. You have a way with words.😃
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So glad to hear that. Thank you.
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You are welcome.😊
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Great share! Loved the essence of poem! Keep blogging and keep sharing lovely deep dark beautiful poetry, keep up great work! Congratulations to your publication too! Cheers Have a beautiful Sunday ☕🌿🍀🍰
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I am so thankful to you.
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Most welcome 🎄
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That lines 💝💝
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Which lines?
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All lines dear are beautiful !!
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You’re a queen at surrealism & heart-touching poetry, I absolutely adore this piece; so full of emotions & dark energy. ❤
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Yiee, trying my hands on romantics after decades I guess.
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My staicas, a circle of all the beginning.👌👌 Beautiful
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Thanks!
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Great first stanza!
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Thank you so much.
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Thank you.
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Brilliant piece :*
And oh so the image, it just blends in with your words beautifully ❤
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I am so grateful to you for such words.🙏
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There are no endings and beginnings in the circle after it has been made. Similar to the way your words impress my heart, never beginning but never ending as well. They just stay like permanent inklings of poetry.💙
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I liked those things that you just said
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Beautifully crafted❤️
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Thank you.
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Speaks to my black lacerated aorta, of the thunderous echoing thump one soul can create within another. Beautiful. An oratory born of limitless ineffable fields of force.
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Wow! Now that’s how a poetry is read.
Thanks!
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Amazing poetry and a beautiful photo dear poet.
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Thanks a bunch!
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
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Thank you.
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You are welcome dear poet.
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Lovely. I am fortunate to read such a super poem. Thank you MVS
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Thanks.
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You are welcome MVS
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We all hold onto some symbols of affection, of purity and sustenance which keeps us alive and breathing. Lovely words about love and whatnot.
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Thank you Megha!
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My pleasure D
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