Wednesday 17 October 2012

Self-azured




The loudest and largest key
represents only a tiny blank
a pindroplet of silence between
words, I noticed that of course
but that’s not what I wanted to write
I wanted to look up at the sky
and write the words floating up
on double-felixed balloons to the edge
and brought to your attention
sky-word self-azured bleautiful, less shrill
than electrisse and turquoid
much more tranquil than cobolt

 

Don’t you look at my nails
which could turn nymphatic half-moons
at any given moment,
but I use them badly, hammering
at small black keys which sometimes
opens locks and at others clicks them closed

 

I thought when you incise
my skin there’d be words
and little blanks flowing out
in some dashed Morseful code
rising to the occasional edge
scrabbling tiles of ivory yinyang
but you showed me that,
pffft stupid, it’s only blood
and after it's stopped
a small cheeky tongue,
a see-through ooze of sline;
and that too is fine.



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24 comments:

  1. some really cool touches in this....the writing words in double helix...creation...and the nymphatic half moons of the nails....actually that is hot....ha...the words and code pouring out of the expectation...that is so cool as well...intriguing piece...

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    1. what's there in the head is balloons floating up...what comes out is squiggly black marks stuck on a screen :) thanks for reading

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  2. Ooh - very sad really - the cuts not giving rise to revelation - agree with Brian - intriguing and very poignant. k.

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    1. hopefully one day they will....thanks for your views

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  3. I like the intricate details specially the colors of the first stanza ~ Someone's perception of things like a cut, can be different from ours, but hopefully it doesn't stop our imagination, even our muse ~

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    1. that's so true...each has a different perception of the same reality..thanks for your feedback

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  4. Love this...I wanted to look up at the sky
    and write the words floating up
    on double-felixed balloons to the edge

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  5. very intriguing, and sad at the end, when that reality sinks in, but also that tiny bit of hope as well.

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    1. always a bit of hope somewhere....thank you for the feedback

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  6. I wanted to look up at the sky
    and write the words floating up
    on double-felixed balloons to the edge...so cool..intriguing images in this..

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  7. I liked the idea that if i were cut, I'd bleed words, and that sometimes the keys unlock doors, and sometimes close them. I understand this, and feel that way sometimes when I sit at my computer and hope creativity flows.

    ........dhole

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    1. can only hope they unlock more doors than they click shut...thanks for the critique...much valued

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  8. I love the creative way you play with your words in this, giving them new shapes and meanings. Especially liked the lines about your nails and the keys--though the opening is really some beautiful stuff also.

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    1. thank you for coming by....writer's nails! :) glad you liked it..

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  9. Fantastic word play and outstanding imagery, it has bite and appeal!

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  10. I loved the poetic form you gave to this feeling of cuts and wounds ... very well done !!!

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    1. Thank you! feedback much valued..glad you enjoyed the poetry!

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  11. Ah!!!!
    Like a summer shower of prose.
    Refreshing.

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    1. It's good to see you here, John. Many thanks for the encouraging words..very poetic comment, if I may say so ;-)enjoyed your choice of words, as always

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  12. Nilanjana,

    I love the word play and went for a double read. There is more to explore than meets the eye :)

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    1. Thank you, Ghazala! always more to explore...and I don't mean this poem :)

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