ParenthesisA Poem by Abhra
I shall call it a parenthesis
because life does extend beyond it,suddenly, in all directions. And inside there's just a dotted landscape, with some moth-eaten words that remain spelt in random order, so much so, that it sometimes rains to make sense. A little farther out, I want you to know, that there is (perhaps always was) a parenthesis and I am a tree. A tree without shadows and as such there is no movement. That brings us to the native harbor of innate things, sand, heart of hearts, broken boats,
a past and everything everywhere descending. Now I have no footprints, I do not walk and seek worlds beyond these lines. Most days when I exude silence, the number sky clouds close and the word one mists. I let them be. Looking back, I am a tree, farthest out from parentheses smelling like catacombs. Looking forward, its all dark, the night has lost its way. Your sweat beads cling to me and I am still a tree. © 2012 AbhraReviews
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