By Megha Sood
Member-at-large
Thin corridors of silence cave in as I walk through them—
my elbow grazing old memories and reshuffling feathers of time.
I know this path is tainted with my pain cutting too close to my skin
but still, I wait with my ears pressed to the walls to listen to one sweet hum,
one solitary note of lullaby to make it to this side of the wall.
Loneliness has no language but still needs interpretation.
What does one need to be whole?
Who could tell?
But here I am stitching old tattered parts of me in this frail afternoon,
Looking at the sepia-tinged pages of my family album,
losing pieces of me to this damn time,
and yet feverishly trying to make me whole.
Wow. and Wow. this has so much imagery and the phrases: Thin corridors of silence cave in as I walk through” and “this path is tainted with my pain cutting too close to my skin” . the whole thing, actually is great. Nice work.
Annette
The poet explores the language of loneliness–the pieces of self and others that are lost to time.
Thanks so much dear Claire for believing in my poem and giving it a space.
This is a remarkable poem. Cuts to the quick. So eloquent, so heartfelt and so, so true. Thank you for bearing and sharing your soul.
Thanks so much Dorinda for spending time with my poem
Great poem! Very expressive!
Thanks so much. I really appreciate it.
Beautiful poem. Emotions are strongly expressed. Powerful share.
Thanks so much Tanvir for your kind words.
Wow. This is such a powerful poem. So visual. Thank you for sharing that part of you.
Thanks so much dear
I LOVE THE FIRST 3 stanzas! So vivid! Thanks!
Thanks so much for spending time with my poem.
A fine poem, thank you.
Thanks so much for reading my poem.