You’re zigzag lightning
behind shut eyelids
even when fatigue knocks all
time sideways
you’re the shape of sheets
scrunched up on the bed
the meaning in a sudden turn
of phrase
as it comes to mind and then
to the lips.
You’re a storm sweeping in
from the north west,
and a threadbare cushion
carelessly left
on the sofa, flat against the
armrest.
You’re in the contact list,
the recent logs,
in a thousand texts and
captioned photos
in printed words, images
framed in scallops,
wreathed in the past - sheer
tissues of long ago
vague tangible online and
off, in routine
everyday and everynight and
in between.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteThe to and fro of memory, flashing like lightning into our minds - then as quickly gone. Zigzag the perfect word to conjure this essence!
Congrats on keeping the alphabet going this month Nila! YAM xx
Echoing Yam. And thank you.
ReplyDeleteYep - me too. You hung in there and produced excellent posts, poems, and product. You gave us your soul and we appreciate that. A to Z and beyond - where you travel, we will follow. Thanks, my friend and sleep well (?)
ReplyDeleteHi Nila - an excellent concept when life is a concertina ... never quite knowing what's happening next. As the others have said ... so so appropriate.
ReplyDeleteI now hope you can settle in and adapt to life in your home country with the challenges it faces ... stay safe, take care and with thoughts ... Hilary
This touches my heart deeply. Keeping you in my thoughts.
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