The calendar says Sundayonly an intern hanging aroundno doctors will visitthe tubes look relaxedwanting to leave me I stop looking at the white ceilingwith trapped yellow lightsand whirring white fansand look out of the windowA bed on this corner is a boon,but I don’t rememberwhen I stopped counting good A tiny Straggler Daisyhas found its … Continue reading The Straggler Daisy
fragments of hope and dreamsstitched together in a patterndesigned to vocaliseall that was left unsaidstructured to open windowsthat let breathetexturised to give a viewof the world outsidenot wholebut just enough to createsome more patterns Fabric of the psycheA silent spongeDrinks perspectivesreshaping itselfinto imprintsbut remainsporous to hope,dreaming new skies. Poetics Tuesday: What Art Says The Met … Continue reading Porosity
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