Wednesday, January 8, 2014

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She writes poetry in the middle of the night
hair undone
eyes fixed at the golden moon.
When everyone is asleep
She bakes and eats the pulpy sadness
She is a witch
Or perhaps a lunatic.


But her soul is still a virgin.
Its soft petal skin
as old as the primordial thought;
Its every breath is a new hymen pattern.
Looking for peace
It grows wings
and transforms into a butterfly.
It takes a roll call of
all tall promises and smiles.


And its sadness is like a white hibiscus
resting on a garden fence.


Do you remember the gold fish
that used to swim in her heart
before it turned into melted ice? ... 

12 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I was happy to see a post from you this evening, kiddo, has been a while.......love this beautiful, layered poem......I relate to eating the pulpy sadness while everyone sleeps, and being a witch or a lunatic. "But her soul is still a virgin." I resonate with that too. Very much. Beautiful writing, Moon - wishing you a warm and wonderful 2014. May it bring you ever closer to your dreams.

Vandana Sharma said...

Despite the atrocities of life, one has to move ahead.

Ramakrishnan Ramanathan said...

Your thoughts expressed exquisitely in your beautifully scripted poem. Please keep your thoughts flowing Baishali. Have a great, wonderful and Joyous New Year. Best Wishes Ram

Anonymous said...

Beautiful! It flows like a dream. It's as light as the moonlight!

The Unknowngnome said...

I am here. I answer the call. :)

Great imagery of she, the witch, the lunatic and virgin, with a twist of sadness to offset the peace.

Moon, your poetry is so well worth the wait. Lovely.

Brian Miller said...

i really like the elements in this...the pulpy sadness...the zoom out in the end on the goldfish from the bowl of her heart....nice poetic character sketch....

rallentanda said...

and it's sadness is like a white hibiscus resting on a garden fence

beautiful!

Rose said...

Sensational pictures you paint with your words dear Moon! So beautiful to behold :)

deeps said...

Looks like the New Year is doing wonders for you…

Celestial Dreamz said...

@ deep friend - a power packed punch to you! ... and it's not just this new year, I have always been a witch! :-P

Ygraine said...

Oh the beauty of this poem has reached beyond my heart, to touch the depths of my Soul.
There is a sense of innocence lost, and illusion shattered here...yet, the magic of the Witch somehow manages to repair the bond between virgin and lunatic...the three are still whole beyond the world of delusion...in a place of stillness...

A very happy new Year xxx

ashok said...

beautiful words