poetry

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 thoughts on “A tale of spring

  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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