Flowers come to mind for some reason
poppies, cactus in December
spaces silted with darkness
I didn’t know I liked the Sun
Until today
A multi- coloured chart without boundary
The day
Not quite dawn. The plain white stare.
I go out for walking
somewhere along with my loneliness
narrow streams running through
decayed tooth
River water mixed with my eyeballs
Somewhere is
Someone
saying my poems?
Traces that stir
the waves of an old affair.
All day is stoic,
At dusk i wake with eyes wet.
I carry that and go off to bed again.
Yes, i was thinking about writing “an amplifier going berserk(one of your lines,) instead of writing that uppercase comment on your last verse.” I didn’t get the tooth metaphor though. On two posts you use orange color with left your left hand palm. i reckon it to be a symbolism.
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Decayed tooth depicts a sudden denouement.
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Like the name of the literary collective. Thanks.
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That’s the best I can think of.
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Thank you very much.
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No. This one is yellowish. Not orange. My apologies for being hasty in commenting and the grammatical error of extra left in the second last sentence in the previous comment. 🙂
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❣
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Well written👌🏻
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Thankyou!!
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You’re always welcome
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This is so beautiful. The way you write is unique and this poem is like a painting in my mind. How incredible.
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I hear you. Somehow we are all connected beyond distance. We carry on…….anyway?
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Yes, maybe.
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Beautiful and powerful imagery!
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Thank you.
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Thankyou Lucy:)
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This is incredible and beautiful… Liked it a lot… 🙂
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Thank you Ashish.
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