And there sits Leila,
a soft concave figure of running temperature.
Her mannequin star-shaped bosom,
a hello she says.
Empty walls,
barren ceilings around,
Her round swirling eyes,
with a distant look
She pinches her knuckle.
She wakes up from a faint dream,
There. There. Where the poem falls in the large solar system.
Leila is a slice of time,
chewing the mint-flavored bubblegum,
like the body of the sea,
running through the empty roads,
floating among the pastel curtains.
And there she sits for a moment.
To gasp and exhilarate.
A wanderer of beautiful things.
like that she escapes into the morality of joy.
Twirling. Twirling. This body a stench of buzzing petals.
My poetry published in Selcouth Station. Read here
https://www.selcouthstation.com/single-post/2019/10/13/Devika-Mathur-Goddess
Powerful!
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Means a lot , Nathan.
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Vivid descriptions, I enjoyed reading em
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Thank you.
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This piece had something special. It wasn’t meant to be read, it was written to be felt.
chewing the mint-flavored bubblegum
like the body of the sea
To gasp and exhilarate.
A wanderer of beautiful things.
like that she escapes into the morality of joy.
This wasn’t just a poem, it was an experience. Bravo.
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It truly was. I am glad you literally felt it which many fail to feel.
And it was indeed more than a poem
Thank you so much, Andrew.
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Leila is a slice of time… I really like this line!
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🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Lovely poem!!! I especially enjoyed the lines,
”Leila is a slice of time,
chewing the mint-flavored bubblegum.”
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Awww❤️❤️
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