remember when #poetry

you don’t remember that

some centuries ago

i used to be the feather

which chased the demons out of your soul

the only wind which flamed the fire

that dried your tears shed in lonely nights

the goddess Ceres who fed you

those April mornings when white birds were quiet

and hungry demons haunted you

i was the dance of Shiva swirling around you

in cosmic sheets of deep desires

in nights of passion when old mirrors blushed

and silk was crushed under your steps

don’t cry

just wait in silence

you will remember everything

when harvesting the grains

which soon will blossom in my eyes

when you will touch my lips again.

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the wind spread its wings thwart the shore

remember when?

 

19 thoughts on “remember when #poetry

  1. A sweet recollection! I very much liked this part:
    “i was the dance of Shiva swirling around you
    in cosmic sheets of deep desires
    in nights of passion when old mirrors blushed
    and silk was crushed under your steps
    don’t cry”
    The imagery and syntax you used is subtle, powerful, and full of emotion. Well done!

     
    1. Aw… Thank you so much, my dear K. I am so grateful to you for reading and commenting!

       
  2. It’s amazing. I love the feel, the tranquility it carries. “in nights of passion when old mirrors blushed” its such a wonderful use of words. ☺☺

     
  3. I felt like a dark wing brushed against my face as I read this! The photo is equally tantalizing… Dark and provocative. I love it!

     

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