A tale of spring

A tangent story today.
Nothing is as quiet as it looks here.
Rudiments and claps.
A solar eclipse perhaps blooms on earth.

This is a tale of flowers and dead flowers.
The continuous realms of abandoned walls,
speaking a language to be deciphered.

Your absence is stretching today from this porch,
to the twitched leaves behind.
Anything, anything that explains me about you,
I sniff it. I embrace it like a life.

Sometimes, I fall in love
with bowls of coloured strokes,
a pattern, a lioness, a temple.
for they speak a language that tells me of spiral existence.

Skin is concentric,
skin is pious
so i emboss it with your stagnant breaths, left.
I am not sure of this perforated womb now.
There is a hint of blue woman swivelling.

Everything is strange today,
this light, a silver nocturnal bird sitting.

the captivity of orange torches glowing,
ashes of time,
volumes spoken by earth and the moon,
it’s fascinating.
you are here,
this last time,

I discovered you,
in the cellophane sheet of my ribs,
spontaneously, beneath defeated arms.
you grow here,’in my mouth.
And i preserve you as always.

31 Comments

  1. So, if ever you wonder about your writing and your ability to touch others or connect with them through words:
    “There is a hint of blue woman swivelling.
    Everything is strange today,
    this light, a silver nocturnal bird sitting.
    the captivity of orange torches glowing,
    ashes of time,
    volumes spoken by earth and the moon,
    it’s fascinating.
    you are here,
    this last time,
    I discovered you,
    in the cellophane sheet of my ribs,
    spontaneously, beneath defeated arms.
    you grow here,’in my mouth.
    And i preserve you as always.”
    Read that bit above and know your talent, love. This is superb!

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    1. I was a bit skeptical about this one.
      To be honest, I was not even knowing what I am writing, and then I thought it’s okay. Most of the times we are oblivious about things.

      But then you are a sweetheart as I say.
      So yeah a big thanks to you.❤️

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  2. Felt a little different than usual. Perhaps calmer or more dreamy. One of my favourite stanzas I’ve read of yours is:

    “Sometimes, I fall in love
    with bowls of coloured strokes,
    a pattern, a lioness, a temple.
    for they speak a language that tells me of spiral existence.”

    Really, truly touched me
    X

    Liked by 1 person

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