A memoir of rusty olives.
hanging like saliva from my forehead.
I am a bizarre lady with a half lit moon.
I have been a lover, a mistress, a daughter.
a tempest swirling from the eye of truth.
Slipping from the gullet of time.
And now, i create a fantasy of hallucinations.
An empty bed with an empty mirror.
to collect the parenthesis of wishes and words.
a violet mauve touch of my small finger.
these hours are sand of jewels.
perfume stuck to my wrist that clicks plum nectar,
i walk alone now,
like hair swinging wildly in the summer breeze,
untamed, amniotic.
i watch myself o this mirror,
it choked me to death.
I might walk alone tomorrow also,’
while going to the market for my pills
shifting from the vents of miniature delights.
a cloying disease.
‘An empty bed with an empty mirror.
to collect the parenthesis of wishes and words’
This is beautifully written.
❤
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Hey Shreya, you always make me smile.
Thank you love. Hope you are well.❤️
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Your comment made me smile as well Devika, thank you so much for the new nickname!
😂❤
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Oh I am so sorry, Shivani.. These comments often play a trick.
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Yes, they do!
No problem Devika.
Have a nice day! 🙂
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Love how each verse is so profound, bravo ❤
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Thank you dear friend.
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Wonderful! You are such an exquisite writer!!! 🥰
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Oh how sweet of you.🙏
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Beautiful and compelling poetry dear VS. 🌷
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I am glad that you liked it.
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Love this !
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Excellent 👍 Reflections of despair !!
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🙏🙏
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you So much.
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Welcome
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This is breathtaking. ❤
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Thank you Kindra.❤️
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You’re most welcome ❤
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Lovely 💖
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Oh my dear yassy is here
Thank you girl.
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Welcome sweetie
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Another great poem… where your words once again remind me of what it’s like to be a woman… a topic worth exploring through poetry.
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❤️❤️
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I love the poem…the way you wove it with simplicity, like fine oil poured out of a porcelain jar.
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Oh! How charming. Thanks.
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Utterly exotic…and at the same time, captivating and compelling. MVS…you communicate. So clearly and with gravitas. Love this.
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Communications need to be strong. Thank you Bill for your wise words.
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A pleasure.
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Artfully crafted. You have a talent x
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Thank you for that.
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something good happens whenever I see you’ve walked here with more thoughts. 🙂
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Yieee. Sending love.❤️
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yieee? 🙂 recv’d. merci.
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captivating and compelling… well written and expressed
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Honored.
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Excellent too…every piece is unique & surprising 💥💥👍
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🙏🙏
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I really enjoyed reading this out loud very slowly, it rolled beautifully around.
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i am so touched. Reading with a beautiful feeling is important!
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I feel the pain oozing in this poem. How the pain drips and wrings from our soul. The imagery of the rusty olives and the empty bed and the mirror depicts the pain of being alone and wanted.
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