name it
Painting a picture on a pillow frame
My eyes closed face drowned inside hands firmly on the sides
My mind free
I am upside down pretending to sleep my chest breathing fast my stomach stuck unmoved
My mind free
My legs lay over the broader set my ankles tensed make a hollow space
My mind free
All the parts fixed all set and fine
Dark lights of yellow lines
Play hide and seek in breathless sights
Lips hang in trees spread miles and miles
Barks scratch the skins roots take the links
Throw up foods that hang as fruits
All fit and fine I let it loose
Water drools from all over me
I see a child down the painted tree
I printed thus in a pillow frame
I wonder if I’d give it a name
It sees the fruits and smiles at me
My mind free
I release my germs of destiny.
Am a poet myself. I find this poem very interesting. The position of the protagonist is fascinating. Good work!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for your encouraging response.
DeleteAre you talking of some kind of birth? The poem is very masculine and it definitely is talking about a scene on bed! you have connected it nature, but if trees puke fruits, do we also puke birth. The germs of destiny? The poems travels well around a simple corner, but has a very clever 'hide and seek'. I think this is connected with your Sun on my candle!
ReplyDeleteWho is this? Please leave your name at least so that I could communicate. You have diagnosed this poem pretty well. And yes, it is indeed connected to Sun on my candle. Would like to know your name.
DeletePoems are difficult to comprehend!
ReplyDeleteRe-read please!
DeleteGood work. Good painting!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteJust when I thot I understood, it went tan! Too difficult! Paramjeet
ReplyDeleteRead again Paramjeet!
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