textures of history
arouse curiosity
I touch
to feel the spirit
but it has disappeared
aeons ago
left behind are
interpretations
perspectives
and convenient tales
colored by
biased eyes
give me a voice
a maiden script
I will be
a soul reader
to decipher
unpainted stories
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I really like how you’ve presented this poem – the words seem so carefully chosen, and they sit in the mind and tongue, almost like a bit of rough sandpaper – just “gritty” enough to know they have weight and presence, but they are altogether graceful and refined. This is a wonderful dimension and complexity to this feeling – which for me, adds an amazing depth to this – especially as we read our way to the third stanza – brilliant culmination! Give me a voice – a maiden script – how stunning!
Superb Reena! 😀
Thanks for playing the Photo Challenge this week 🙂
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Thank you for the fulsome praise! I do not think about all this, when the poem flows out 🙂
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well, sometimes that’s just the best aspect, right? the words will flow and come, and we’re not even aware of it in the moment, and maybe not even later … sometimes we notice it, other times, it’s someone else reading it that points it out – and that’s all okay – as long as you enjoy the process of writing and creating, then it’s more than enough 🙂
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