A ring of curious flames surrounds me
inquisitive fingers that prod and provoke
A molten river under the skin
moaning with subtle hints
leaping at familiar nuances
of strangers
waving from the vestiges
of a fading sunup dream
A lick to know the mud of your frame
the salt of your breath, the grass of your soul
A frisson of sorrow, kindred shells
feeling the vacuum of punched holes
Will it be the smile widening beyond the eyes
dark moth wings; the touch of skin on skin
a voice that will steady undulations
or should I trust mere words
to unearth their loud twins?
The wind tries to calm my froth of doubts
sloshing within a restless rigid form
-an inglenook that swallows its own ashes
and wonders where the fire started from
I walk on glad that I am completely lost
for you will be found when you are too
©Reena Prasad
” Progress report ” may prove to be somewhat of a poetically immersive experience for the casual reader.Layers of sensual visceral detail envelope a narrative that entwine the reader’s curiousity with the narrator’s effervescent voice.
Thanks Louis! Your feedback, always precise and subtly encouraging deserves commendation for its distinctiveness.
i walk on glad that I am completely lost
For you will be found when you are too….Deep and subtle. Loved it .
Thank you very much Santosh, it is a pleasure when you read my poems.
Abdolutely amazing!!!! Frenetic applauses!!!!
Thank you Iulia! You are very kind.