I have a place to myself,
where I die each day,
a cup of stale titter that
Diffuse my self worth in the corners.
I eat berries and walnuts.
Watching a ductile sunrise,
Slapping fingers of orange rust on my hip.
I see the magic growing.
It is afternoon,
I see thunder & stars simultaneously.
The wispy steps, smiling & morphing.
I have spot to cry to myself,
Winter tangerine,
A spot where my flat heart attaches to a thing,
Motionless,
Body apart.
The others move to and fro,
Catching nothing but a gasp of air.
I stare at the blue ocean,
Weeds growing,
Stories knitting,
I stare at this spot of mine.
The first lines really drew me in. Wow. The rest did NOT disappoint! ❤
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I am glad, it did not:)
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Sounds like a good place to be 🤗
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It is, indeed.:)
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There’s such a deep sadness in this, a willful longing too. Nicely done, Devika.
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You so got it right, tre.:)
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❤
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I love it!
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Thanks
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Made me realise what I was missing on. Glad you wrote this.
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I hope you cling on to your beautiful space.
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Trying to, Ma’am.
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You will:)
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This deserved several reads, and it gets better each time. Your style is masterful, your work is inspiring.
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Oh, thank you so much dear.
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This poem really reached out to me. There is such a deep sadness here that it kind of reminded me of Billie Eilish. And while I sensed the sadness in the song, it also made me think of the special place. Great work!
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Thank you Rashi for speaking such soulful words. I would definitely listen to Billie which i guess I have missed.
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My pleasure, fellow blogger🙂.
Yes, please do listen to her. Listen to her song, Lovely. It’s my favourite.
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Nicely done…
Keep up great work
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Wonderful imagery!!!! Especially your second stanza.
”I eat berries and walnuts.
Watching a ductile sunrise,
Slapping fingers of orange rust on my hip.
I see the magic growing.”
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So appreciate your kind words.
Thanks a lot.
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This reminds me so much of the process of unbecoming then becoming, the process that takes so much of our time that it’s a reflection of life itself at the end of the day. Your poetry is life!
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Your imagination is magic. 🙂
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There is so much of introspection in this poem. How we attach ourselves to a place, to a spot in time. How our hearts linger to be associated with that spot..where happiness and sadness grow in equal proportion. We ll need such a place, a spot, a home.
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Great one..!
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Thank you!
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