The bars are white soapy mouth
The sky is an unforgettable moment.
I take out my paper and mention my gratitude list-
I mention
breath
onion
Ketchup
broccoli
Sylvia
rosemary
Pauses
The sun kisses my toes by the daytime
slushing,
suitcases and winter games.
I write too many sad poems, I know.
I write too many absent spirited lives.
Loneliness spews black paint through my crevices.
I bloom too.
I bloom at darker,
soft places
like – a sniff of a mountain or vapourizing lakes.
I must return to my kitchen now-
peel potatoes and count the peanuts
Pink sky-
floral saturn rings of now and before.
I must return now, quickly.
Your poem is fantastic Devika ! Floating and hovering on different, difficult feelings oscillating between present and past and crashing down to reality ππππ€πΉ
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These lines were so visually crafted, Devika. I could see the immediacy mentioned here, the potatoes, and everything else. A great way to end the poem.
“I must return to my kitchen now-
peel potatoes and count the peanuts
Pink sky-
floral saturn rings of now and before.
I must return now, quickly.”
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Thank you tre,
How have you been? I hope you are doing well and wishing you a very prosperous new year.πΌπΌ
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I am okay. Thank you. I wish you the very same. You’re welcome.
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Am hopeful this to be just the tip of the goodness within… I love such writings that make me pause and join in the writer’s reveries.
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Thankyou for your kindness.:)
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Thankyou so much for reading. Means a lot.:)
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