A Slow Burn

A Slow Burn

A Poem by Abhra
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This poem was written awhile back.

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I imagine it would be a day like this, 
except that it does not matter which day of the week,
that I shall have to surrender the earthy bouquet of presence.
It would have to be like a flower, 
that has wilted a little more than it had to.
 A flower dead. As I search for a moment to bury it.

 It would be a day just like this. 
With the night just nigh. The mind hazy. 
The heart empty and aching. 
If around that quiet moment I need the fires to congress not,
 then I would have to forget the slow sear burn, 
the embers and its fruit inside . 

If that night I lean to recall your hand 
kiting around my temples, 
reading the lapses of speech
 from my furrowed brows, 
(as one reads braille), 
I would need to forget the element called wind 
and the faith I had in language or the lack thereof. 

It would be a night 
when I would want the noise inside 
my hollowed mind to drown. 
I have to remind myself not to go to the rivers. 
Because rivers are just rivers. 
They don't listen. 
They only pass you by. 

And if by then I win this fierce night. 
Then would it be by the passage of old hazy days? 
I know not If, apart from the embrace of cold absence,
I still need to hold onto the pocket change called tomorrow.

© 2012 Abhra


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There is just something about the sound and the voice in your work that speaks to something so deep in me that I cannot even pinpoint it. Your words are full of a resonating, moving, tidal beauty that moves me along completely mesmerized. This is another gem.

I especially am taken by these lines:

"It would be a night
when I would want the noise inside
my hollowed mind to drown.
I have to remind myself not to go to the rivers.
Because rivers are just rivers.
They don't listen.
They only pass you by. "


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abhra

12 Years Ago

Thank you so so much. Do you know that you make my day? :)
Shimmerbliss/CAF

12 Years Ago

I love your poetry.



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You have superbly captured a moment of reflection. Melancholy,
achey and sad. Here's to hoping you won that "fierce night..."
Great write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


yes, you have a voice that sings, and you hold the high notes long and clearly...which of us hasn't earned the scar tissue of the 'embrace of cold absence'

Posted 12 Years Ago


There is just something about the sound and the voice in your work that speaks to something so deep in me that I cannot even pinpoint it. Your words are full of a resonating, moving, tidal beauty that moves me along completely mesmerized. This is another gem.

I especially am taken by these lines:

"It would be a night
when I would want the noise inside
my hollowed mind to drown.
I have to remind myself not to go to the rivers.
Because rivers are just rivers.
They don't listen.
They only pass you by. "


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abhra

12 Years Ago

Thank you so so much. Do you know that you make my day? :)
Shimmerbliss/CAF

12 Years Ago

I love your poetry.

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Kennesaw, GA



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