Quietly

Quietly

A Poem by Abhra

Waves from the sea
with so much haunting
like shadows
follow me to every word

her face breaking slowly
dissolving
in the little puddle
i made
in the home of my hands
in its disordered city of lines

and only at last found
in the outskirts
of forgetting
in the windows of poems
clinging as the rain
always for the last time.

© 2013 Abhra


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Abhra, I was submerged in the emotion of this beautiful expression. Amazing poetry!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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we share an affinity, A, for the richly expressive melancholia that hides in shadows of the moon and the fog of muted streetlamps. reading you feels like home and i never tire of your mind's eye and heart's truth. the second stanza is brilliant ... i've never figured out how to describe the etchings on one's palms and their far-reaching significance. you inspire me, my friend. love, j

Posted 11 Years Ago


beautiful words for a september morning

Posted 11 Years Ago


I love the way you developed your images. Very well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Abhra

11 Years Ago

Thank you for reading. :)
"her face breaking slowly/ dissolving in the little puddle/ i made in the home of my hands..."
wonderful lines...and so much reminds me of one of my favorite beat poets, robert creeley...

a very hauntingly beautiful love poem.



Posted 11 Years Ago


Abhra

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words Jacob. I really appreciate it.
beautiful, extremely, and so sad really, reminds me of my own haunting...I wish heartaches had timers, ya know? so when the bell rings it's ok, all done with the pain now, I can move along, unfortunately it doesn't work that way does it :) But it does make for some incredible lines as only experience really can, Loved the lines :
Waves from the sea
with so much haunting
like shadows
follow me to every word

her face breaking slowly
dissolving
in the little puddle
i made
in the home of my hands
in its disordered city of lines

and only at last found
in the outskirts
of forgetting
in the windows of poems
clinging as the rain
always for the last time.


Posted 11 Years Ago


Abhra

11 Years Ago

Thank you for such a beautiful review. And I did notice that you loved the lines and copied the enti.. read more
Corset

11 Years Ago

I loved all of it, it was an inside me joke.
The poem gives much imagery in the lines...each stanza carries the next as you go about explaining to us the scene...the ebb and flow...of this write...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Abhra

11 Years Ago

Thanks Glenn for your review.
Glen Yumang Manese

11 Years Ago

you're welcome...good to read you...

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