all set in place and position

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pen-pencil- cutting down, building up
measures in the case of live streaming —

the ceiling comes way too low and
brushes against my head, a speck
of dust on my stooped shoulders,
a particular movement of the tongue
held against the unvarnished lips,

as the thought takes
the form and shape
and size and surety
of words —

piercing sounds within the skull,
talking to myself,

my low desk lower in its intimacy,
my balcony door uncertain of its certainty,
the floor and cushion bearing the weight
of my spaced legs, thighs afloat in
their own ceremony of discomfort —

the click-clacking lights pander to
my need for a gas-light expression,
a silent explosion, a runaway poem,

or the jostling of sounds and storms on
a new page of an old notebook (received
for there are other things to be given)

as hand-woven, fingerpainted pictures
emerge, inch by inch/pixel by pixel,

and a poem becomes its own poetry
in 300 seconds, 35 minutes, 3.5 hours,
3 days and a matter of a sacrifice
of all that it creates — a side-effect
of death for things that take birth
in any case.

.

© Anmol Arora 2018

Image source (by Diane Liberty)
For With Real Toads’ Don’t Touch My Meez. Also linking it up with the Poetry Pantry at PU.

setting

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the centerpiece —

pvc ceiling, lilac. honey-
mustard edging across daft
corners, hibiscus’ death of
colors, trimmings of desire
into drunk deals ~

~ wait it out. it turns blade-grey
and coughdrop-red, sequent-
ially, hear that song of bro-
ken lines & fickle curves
of the gluteal

 — enfold,
when it turns bloody
and swift – breaks,
blues, gallows, dies –

.

Image source: Dutch Interior IIJoan Miro

Linking it up with Poetry Pantry at PU.

Blue Dreams

Blue dreams of tranquility,

sounds of fluttering wings,

views of setting suns,

the battered hope of reemergence 

 

the need of resurgence,

ending this life of puns,

finding a way that brings,

the night of solace, motility

 

I dream blue dreams

and my insufferable pain gleams.

 

P.s.- Another piece in the poetic form, I created.. Other poems like this- Blue Thing, Red Lust, Violet Juice. Rules- (i) Three stanzas, rhyming scheme being- ABCD/DCBA/EE, (ii) Description of some strong emotion and (iii)Prominence of a color.