There is the feeling of my wrists slipping oiled lights through my swollen thumb. Hay through pictures of past. A hum of lights and dust.
I turn through the thick air, a vacuum of period spaces. But I am more than this.
more than the grasshopper that sits and eats twig nonchalantly.
washed, wasted, my iris of dreams.
i could sit on the summer grass, the winter sun,
marking the gullets of the path.
something that wants me.
i remember my small fingers,
enclosed like a dainty lotus
afraid of lights,
for that light killed many people.
it is the thread of old vintage sheet i eat.
i eat memories.
i eat cities.
i eat streets.
All the lonely people- an anthology
Well, that causes pause to think… Very neat!!!
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I guess yes, it does. Thank you for your loving words.
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‘ i remember my small fingers,
enclosed like a dainty lotus
afraid of lights,
for that light killed many people.
it is the thread of old vintage sheet i eat.
i eat memories.
i eat cities.
i eat streets.’
I’m speechless at this moment. 💜
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Isn’t it bizzare how we eat time still we want to linger in something that makes us anxious. Ah! Or maybe I am the most anxious one.
Thank you for the heart ❤️
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It’s bizzare but I think that’s also how we attain an obscure sense of satisfaction. Pain makes me feel that life is happening while at other times, I just linger along & laugh as others do, hustle as others do and smile like they do. Pain is what makes us different, I guess.
No problem. You’re my absolute favorite. ❤
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I like your sweet Twittering. So happy to have a friend like you.😉
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Haha, glad you do! So am I. 😊
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This is fantastic.
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Hey, so humbled. Thank you.
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Heartfelt!❤️
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Thank you dear.
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That second stanza is one of the most powerful you have ever written.
The entire piece was amazing, but wow…..
Sometimes, I think you may not receive as many comments as others because
your work is so deep and brilliant. People are afraid to speak.
Me for example, on this poem, I know I fail to give it justice with the right accolades
that it truly deserves.
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Thank you this is bit close to my heart and yeah I don’t know what’s the deal with comment section. Though I hardly care.
Genuine comment like yours makes my day. Thank you so much for the real appreciation.
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Those last three lines! ♥♥♥
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Thank you so much Maranda.❤️❤️
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Hmmm, something about this, D…
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Damn! This is so good.
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❤️❤️
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Last 3 lines. You just manage to save the best for the last . Not too complicated , yet too deep.
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I loved the ambience the first three lines created. Palpable sense of being trapped and blinded. And I always love to read something that makes me think. Brain food for my snowy morning.
A big resounding bravo x
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Hey, such enchanting words thank you for reading me with such depth.
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Don’t think I know any other way to read poetry!
You’re welcome. Always thought provoking with your verses
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Epic writing.
For me, you’re the best poetess and writer in the world.
You’re my inspiration 🙏🏻👏🏻
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Thank you
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Awesome poem
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Thank you
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Your welcome, anytime
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what personified depiction… awesome
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So kind of you. Thanks!
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your welcome
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this is so, so lovely….
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Happy you liked it.
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More than liked it. Loved it. ❤
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Brilliant 👍 swallowing the dark void only to be re assimilated to your perception 👏
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Thank you.
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Powerful share my friend 💐 keep blogging, Amazingly penned🍫🍀🌿♥️🍰🍧🍨Have a beautiful Sunday🍨🍰🍀🌿🌹
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Same to you
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Loved it. Just like Pain, we are transfixed in the duality of time. Like a masochist, we still want to linger the pain we make us feel our presence. Beautifully written.
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Thank you Megha!
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