a fish out of water
my world had left me behind,
I was trying to write about
love, about sweet nothingness,
how I kissed her forehead, held
her in my arms and she, how she’d
bend from her waist upside down
totally prepared to fall, in time
we fell out of love and decided to
part ways, the signatures stabbed
when I tried to write about what I
don’t have anymore, the poem,
with decrepit words, erring
modifiers suffocated me under
the ocean of choices; took me
in its arms, flew me to the zenith
of an infamous mountain of possibilities,
threw me off the cliff,
I was all over the place, neither swim,
nor fly throughout the requiem of
being with the senescent poem…
I missed the zing thing…
I could feel the smell of the words
bleeding through my knotty nerves.
I fell for love, dead, unheard, unread
Glad to see you back on form; as always a thoughtful piece, one to reflect on
Thank you, my friend, for the kind words. Yes, I am a little occupied with meditation at the moment, stretching to 16 hours.
What a beautiful description of this state of being, Supratik. I really enjoyed reading this – even though I know it is fundamentally sad. But the style, wow! Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Allen.
This is so strongly emotional it leapt off the page for me. Loved every line. Sue.
Thank you, Sue.
engaging and very much enjoyed, quite sad in many ways but your word choices keep everything fresh and interesting.
Thank you, Savvi. Glad you liked it.