Poetry Blog by Ruby
I’ve learnt to draw you deftly
With no subject before me;
The day you left as lightning,
I drained down my eye sockets
Of empty remainders; still retained
Mild wet blinks at every flash and a blip,
Pieces of you restore bit by bit.
Now it’s mildewed with a screen of you
On front, long stored.
Saturday 19th January 2019 3:42 pm
My bare feet sip dew from the grass and ferns
Long fed by wet mud in the murky room of earth,
My fingers twiddle along the yawning leaves –
The branches grunt,
I stop at thorns that tickled my palm.
My hands become soapy of some lotion leavings:
Yesterday’s cohesive touch.
I embrace the cold filling,
Lingering layer of the whispers of constellations
Friday 18th January 2019 8:15 am
I can hear the bray of your half wish
Unsure, slipping near the edge
That cliff you call on your poundings won’t echo,
And so I too choose to feign a half meter,
May be waiting –
A full room just for me,
Or a blown out barren fire forgotten
To hold on to
Like an ancestral deserted dream.
Wednesday 16th January 2019 6:52 am
We say we grow up
Every birthday like placards
We never fail to hold high,
Doting the fresh digits;
Still we didn’t grow healthy enough
To evade the murky moods lurking
In the crooked corners of mind:
We let anger clasp our senses,
We show swift switches of feelings.
Every birthday like fresh flowers
We feel we woke up with stronger stems,
While letting ...
Monday 14th January 2019 7:01 am
A sighing whisper of the ripe cluster of masonries,
The corroded domes dipped in retiring light
Dunked dry in orange sweat.
I ponder in weariness,
Shrinking myself to surrender
And just how seasons come and stay,
I have dissected moods governing the day.
At this hour –
A gloomy outroar.
Monday 14th January 2019 6:50 am
The wind found its wet screen
On sedimented humid dawn,
Its moving visibility – a platform
For nervous flickering lights.
The little tea left in the cup
Fuming at my ignorance for it,
Busy nursing the echoing beats
Of silent urge in the air
Sealed in the awaken zones,
I hush the smokes of anger rising from it
Tearing down to droplets on my palm,
All members call ou...
Thursday 10th January 2019 3:29 pm
I shrugged off caution when it draped my hand to brake
For I heard them say you never learn without a fall.
I was pedalling perfectly –
Smooth roads and highways appealing to the adamant synchronicity,
Of a head fed by aims yet grazed by wills;
A detective eye to a lying hay trap of thorns,
A mind lured and twisted so well
I unleashed control to a paralysed leg.
I cried vic...
Wednesday 9th January 2019 10:12 am
My head was a throbbing mass
Of midnight hammers by a spoilt fist:
A non-existent theory gnawing on it
Like bugs on wooden crusts.
An old mirror plagued by a feel of worthlessness,
And slurry confirmation dynamic in every second’s interval
Washed down by trapped foggy breath;
If I could slit my head apart from me,
Then again if only I never existed.
People could judge me better –
Monday 7th January 2019 2:23 pm