Wednesday 2 July 2014

No return





I haven’t stepped into your spaces, years

have passed like days, the pleated seasons swung

their skirts of springs and autumns, and austere

winters chased off summers’ trailing songs flung

down randomly. None of us the same - young,

and rarely the flutter of heart that steers

blood into obscure nooks of veins. I’ve been among

such remoteness! lost words cupped in my ears.

Yet I come back and I come back and there’s

still no return, the pathways peter out

in green resin-scented forests, stone stairs

of temples raised to complexities of doubt

stranger spaces close ranks and rude sharp glare


of sunlight and its baffled pursed up mouth.



4 comments:

  1. Hey Nila, is this about your leaving Egypt? I love the personification:

    the pleated seasons swung

    their skirts of springs and autumns,

    Have a post over at WEP, too, if perchance you get a moment.

    Your fan,

    Denise

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  2. I loved this verse,their is so much in these simple words strung together.lovely.

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  3. None of us the same - young,

    and rarely the flutter of heart that steers

    blood into obscure nooks of veins. I’ve been among

    such remoteness! lost words cupped in my ears....... how beautiful !!

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  4. Nilanjana,
    Would you mind emailing me. I have a new author's website www.jjwhitebooks.com , and I'd like to interview you for the blog. I call the blog The Author Interview Chain and the way it works is, your interview stays on my website for a week and then you interview some other author or poet of your choice and their interview stays on the site for a week and then they interview an author or poet of their choice and so on... There will be links to their blogs, websites, books etc. If you are interested will you contact me at ebgb1022@cfl.rr.com Thank, JJ White

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