A new poem by Ayesha Salman. The images are stark and the colours surreal. Please do comment so AS gets some feedback from the poetic-minded.
I am
Head sick splattered
I am like unused ink
searching the blue crow
yet to feast on half dead things
that square into me, fixing me in my place
The past crept into my mind today
A new day, a different recall
Of days gone by so hurriedly
I grasped the rose ever so quietly
Like leaves falling from a tree
Now the rose is no more
It invades my ever-arousing thoughts
The current of air blows by
I hear the breeze tenderly hissing
Transferring their way through the petals
Fluttering to pat the passion
I know! It’s my angel rose.
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