![]() Thinking of TodayA Poem by AbhraToday is not cinco de mayo. Or a momentous day of liberty. It is not a day where the leaves might congress.
It is not a day out of a dream. Today is the fourteenth day of May. A day where I seem to circle around like a tethered moth. Unable to escape and only the fire promises any hope of liberty. How happy is it to be free of recollections? I would not know. Not yet. Today is not a day of many things. It is not a day of waking up with nouns. All I have left is a verb and a past tense. Today is not a day in which I can hope to hear your voice or make promises for tomorrow. It is not a day to write "before you came". It is a day of sifting through the past with a fish net. In a sea where many ships lost their way and went down to seek comfort in its bosom with their small cargo of hope and tiny masts. It is a day where i abandon a poem and look out of the window to the grasshopper green trees. It is a day where I want to relive a past and fail. And I return to fulfill this poem hurriedly to write that today is a day that smells of an old newspaper in which both of us had a home. © 2012 AbhraFeatured Review
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