poetry · prose

The Narration

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Nothing has really happened until it has been described”- Virginia Woolf

The sun departs the space, leaving shades of colors
colors that make you vomit about your own deeds.
The sky is bleached now,
Liting and spreading haphazardly
The first kiss should be described as the volatile movements of a poet’s pen,
a bumblebee poking the thin air,

Sometimes it’s worthless.
This continuous fight for survival,
the pervading lies of a head
so I describe a single fall of an ant in the lakes.
I could watch a blooming flower and write poetry in my head.

The fall,
the abortion, the play
the oil lamps,
the puerile laughters of children
they summarize a thing happened once.

Nothing has really happened until it has been described.

10 thoughts on “The Narration

  1. Simply beautiful and esp the line “so I describe a single fall of an ant in the lakes.
    I could watch a blooming flower and write poetry in my head.” created such a vivid image. A moment of tranquility, a moment of distraction.

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  2. ‘Sometimes it’s worthless.
    This continuous fight for survival,
    the pervading lies of a head
    so I describe a single fall of an ant in the lakes.
    I could watch a blooming flower and write poetry in my head.’

    – WOW.
    Your poetry is layered. Everytime I read them I get a new interpretation. 🙂

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