September 11 2018

Very heavy beside the vapors

Strange and quiet behind the fire

You taste odorous virgins above the mud

Be wary! The bastard is hard

So misty within the flowers

We stroke mournful graves behind the vapors

Be transparent. The Queen is hard

Very heavy beside the vapors

You summon evil whorls within the earth

Ahhh! The day never ends

open-eyed tired

crossing the frontier

an old passport

Down what streets

the traveller

take another road

and find road-signs

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Posted September 11, 2018 by Novemberschild in category "Blogchatter

About the Author

I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.

3 COMMENTS :

  1. By Surbhi on

    Each one of poetry is stirring something inside… Its amazing how you create visual images with such few words which leave you shaken… awaiting the next one!

  2. By Anurag Singh on

    Yes you are taking your poetry on another leval.

    Love the concept

    And i am really a great fan of your writing

  3. By Richa on

    Your poetry is very different and has a grainy and real quality about it. Look forward to the next lot:-)

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