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SPIRAL...

Lightening that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright…

PB Shelly, Mutability

Her questions stripped off, one by one, the faces I was wearing, and here I was facing the reflection. "Damn it!" I screamed, frightened by the sight of real me, perhaps first time after decades. The escapist, in hibernation, who has forgotten how to stand the rays of the summer sun.

I have been here before,
But when or how I can not tell:
I know the gross beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,

Sudden Light, Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Yes, but I never bothered to peep into, beyond the reach of the sunrays. I never thought there can be so much of darkness hiding in each and every corner of the rusted inside.

I sat in my cold stone room
Choosing tough words, granite, flint,

to break the ice.

Demeter, Carol Ann Duffy

Now, I am sitting with the old rusted tool box. As the keys have denied moving inside the lock, I have to hammer it down...to dismantle each and every part of the face I am wearing now, dust and rinse inside and reassemble it again. I have the tough task of proving that I care for what she cares...

No body but me has this memory. This
memory has no body but me.

The Host, Roy Fisher


Comments

starry said…
I like this "Now, I am sitting with the old rusted tool box. As the keys have denied moving inside the lock, I have to hammer it down...to dismantle each and every part of the face I am wearing now, dust and rinse inside and reassemble it again. I have the tough task of proving that I care for what she cares..."" cool post.
totaramkiaaatma said…
If u r not merely writing for the sake of writing then don't just get lost in verse. I think this is one of your touching posting.
totaramkiaaatma said…
If u r not merely writing for the sake of writing then don't just get lost in verse. I think this is one of your touching posting.
jac said…
That Shelly piece is beautiful !!

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