Sometimes, a piece of poetry hits you ever so subtly right in the gut. Devika Mathur’s words do that often. Please visit the original poem to like and comment as well.
I know of a lady in whitewith a mouth full of promises,spreading a nocturnal path of flowers,like a longed kiss above the eye,a lady that slips in my chest,within the small rim of my fist,a sniff so wild, a mouth that dwells on mountains moist.a lady with a potato peel,with cardigans and wool on […]
lady in white
Are you eating? The taste may be blood or bread or poison. A poison as another word for kindness.It is of a kind that when counted under fingersleaves the empty bellyfull, leading the tongue from sand.Kneading the open throat till dry,the hunger, to drown. Are you eaten? Do you feed the walls,the walls that, in […]
Black Apple
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Sandy has such an intuitive and forthright mind. She’s also quite bold in her delivery and I love her writing for these things. I read this poem and I can see the imagery, feel the intensity, and respect the ending. It connects. She creates connection.
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As dawn breaks
over another day of uncertainty
silent comes the moth unbidden
from the cornered shadows
of my bedroom
frantic wings flee the dark.
I see not an intruder but
a fateful refugee
perhaps sent to probe
the virtuous nature
of a heart flush with fortune.
I cup my hands gently
around the winged creature
knowing it would be far less
trouble to drop it
in the toilet
into a watery grave,
it’s only a moth, after all.
Yet its wings
beat against my palms
not with a threat
but with a plea;
our connection is complete
in this moment
the moth and me
need only one thing — mercy
Sandy Knight, ©2020 All rights reserved.
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Sarah, gut-puncher in so few words. I connected with this piece so much. I simply had to share this one.
“My heart was laid bare
and your name was carved
into its walls.”
The silver blade flashed against the moonlight and though I couldn’t be sure, I thought I heard it sing as it sliced through the air. It was as if the silver were alive. And it danced to some melody only it could hear. When it connected to raw flesh, it cut with precision down to the bone in one clean swipe, leaving behind a searing, white hot pain that wouldn’t let go. That’s what it felt like when I first laid my eyes upon you. It was as if your soul cut through every defense I had like it was nothing. In an instant, my heart was laid bare and your name was carved into its walls.
© Sarah Doughty
Somehow being so vulnerable made me feel free.
It was exhilarating.
