a thing of loss

artemisdreaming: “ Malcolm Liepke The color. ”

Hi, Thankyou for sending your prayers through my last poem. I am reading poetry again and getting to Art as it keeps me going.

I am coming back to my writing my poems after a while 
a lot changed during these times. 
(Pandemic- second wave) 
My yellow tree remained un-watered all this while, 
humans burnt, 
relatives, families submerged with tears/ fears 
see my poem has started to rhyme, even. 
Keep on reading 
you will sense no sensibility 
a bunch of lost flowers now 
archaic, frenzied- 
razor sharp like tongue of cries 
bodies once warm now muted, 
cold, without a twin flame. 
the situation has become small and painful 
like a setting sun, only that it is not beautiful.