Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
! ! ! ! What Have We Become'...? ? ? - Poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
So there are unfinished breakfasts
paths choked by acid of accusations
china stained grey by your bitter adieux
fish-scale of a cold stare
almost an ingrained ingredient
of many our gourmet meals
There are half finished sentences
barbs of whose alphabets herald
all virgin conversations and….
There are missed heartbeats
a grip of fear permanently situated
on the neck of unformed words
There are reasons for the dense forest
of absurdities; there is philosophy in the
mindless mire of our shared obstinacy
this love we once celebrated
If rediscovered: ravishing
vanishing: if unobserved
:) My gratitude to Wardha for giving a whole new meaning to this mangled, disparate and derelict assemblage of alphabets that I’d sent to her for tweaking. Thanks so much Dr Sahiba. Thanks to Francesca's Literature Teacher for inspiring it initially.
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