Falling
These nights quiver
under soundlessness,
hear into its stoniness,
deconstructed whispers
foraging for words that be
torrid; wafting into channels
of unhearing, unsleeping ears,
coming as wispy, white lines
in the sleep of my blank mind,
in a night of frozen starlight
forming rivulets that shape
into a you. I obliterate
wide awake; the spaces
melt into the routine of night -
faltering memories’ embrace.
Previously published in The Word Couch, Issue 2
Sheikha A. is from Pakistan and U.A.E. and often finds herself in a world of oscillation that most of the times motivates her writing too. She maintains a (or tries to) blog on sheikha82.wordpress.com.
amazing poetry
ReplyDeletethank you for reading, Maureen =)
DeleteYou set a stage brilliantly.
ReplyDeletethank you for the appreciation, Michael! =)
Deletea great description of elusive thoughts.
ReplyDeleteSuZ
thank you, Suz! I'm happy you read the poem =)
Delete:-) truly flowing
ReplyDeletethank you, Rob, always =)
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