The Colors of Shadows

Tell me about soot 
that gives body to shadows
and sends them as meager friends
to sew the thread of nearness

tell me about folk who
fold the rain into their windows
and offer them to birds 

tell me how poems are riveted by silence
Tell me about those nomads who travel in handfuls like sand 
how they make homes with scattered breaths

Tell me that there are still some words possessed by lightness,
Tell me how we must part
and all this harping won't do.

Reviews

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This is...stunning! Every stanza is deep and rich in meaning and uniquely and beautifully painted. I believe the ones that don't stay, aren't suppose to. Something from them is all we are suppose to get. Aren't we all nomads to each other, really? This was amazing poetry :)

[Abhra]

Thank you!

[J]

ohhhhhhhh now i remember why i am your #1 fan [though often we are like ships passing in the night], your words as metaphors reach deep to that place reserved only for solitude on rainy days. just grand, A. i tried to pick out a fave line, but each stanza shines in its own exclusive uniqueness. such an extraordinary poet are you.

your work is light to me, A. perhaps "soot" struck the deepest chord.

xx ~j

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-- this is incredibly vivid and expressive work...

-- some people can be very random... it's impossible to actually comprehend insensitive behaviour... or so i think...

[Abhra]

Thank you for your kind words!

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-- you're very welcome, monsieur...

[Corset]

Did you know that there are some words possessed by lightness? They are hidden under hands, and sit on laps, patiently for all the weight of the world to fly away like birds, like wind, like sorrow, then they will show them selves. This was such a moving poem, show us your palms turned to the sky and we will read words possessed by lightness, all this harping won't do.

[Emily B]

this is the sort of poem i want to write when my Muse comes to call again

nice to read you