Inside a pouch in my heart
I carry a thing
Do you remember the night?
The first star, awake
above our heads
Reaching up to touch
collecting dust in our hands
Do you remember,
when you peeled apart my skin?
Leaving blue, open air
turning my heart to red
filling the sack, made of skin
Inside the pouch, you left a thing
a cluster of dust, star light, a voice in the rain
a memory made in milk
Where the moon is melting
the sun will carry on
and sing
I love the balance in your writing Archna..poignant..but not pitying..beautiful but not overly sweet..though sweet enough..the questions are wonderfully placed in this piece too..I am sure that night is remembered..not just by you..Jae
ReplyDeleteI am so happy that you visit me. You encourage me. Thank you, Jae. :-)
DeleteI enjoyed reading this aloud. Love where you take this with your body being a fortress. Someone always gets through though.
ReplyDeleteYou would hope that the heart would stand as a pillar. Thank you for reading so carefully, Judy.
DeleteArchna.. this was so beautiful, although, I am not very good at deciphering poetry but I felt as if these were lyrics to a song I would enjoy hearing. I am awed by such creative poetry! thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteAnd it certainly is okay to find words and simply feel them. Thanks so much for coming by and sharing your thoughts. :)
Deleteinteresting...beautiful...flows like a river
ReplyDeleteThank you...for coming by...and dipping in. :)
Deletethis is very sad. it so full of longing. (that how i see this)
ReplyDeleteyour words linger even after the read
Hi Totomai, thank you for holding on to some of my words. Yes, it is sad. Sometimes the fort is forced to consider more than our hearts can hold.
DeleteThis is a stunning work, pure beauty, coming as it did from the magical place you went to retrieve it : )
ReplyDeleteYes, the place where most things come from. : )
DeleteThanks for visiting, Zanzinece!
Really lovely... I especially like the ending.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laurie!
Deletethis is truly beautiful...memories in milk is a cool way of saying it and fresh...and the things tucked inside...like that much...smiles...
ReplyDeleteHi Brian, thanks for visiting. And for your thoughts. :-)
DeleteInteresting analogy of your body being like a fortress. Sometimes we make it hard for people to get through. Lovely poem, as usual!
ReplyDeleteI think we usually hear it referred to as a vessel, but 'fort' is reasonable too, since it shelters an absolute form of light. Thanks Sherry!
DeleteI love the connection between these sections: "Inside a pouch in my heart I carry a thing" and "Inside the pouch, you left a thing"
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite part:
"a cluster of dust, star light, a voice in the rain
a memory made in milk
Where the moon is melting
the sun will carry on"
Thanks! I just found this. :)
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