Not-Love Poem by Prachi Gogte
Not-Love
its a not-night again
the electric sky littered with what are not stars
but salt of the marrow
the marrow which holds not blood
memories...
alchemy has turned glass to mirror
and a not-love stares back at me...
pieces of the past come together to make her
and all she wanted to feel
not me...
and she remembers him...
and what was not touch
more...
what was not decent..
not at all..
what was not patient
restless as a nightmare...
but its the nightmares we remember not-dreams...
and its him she remembers..
not-you...
Wow! What a deep and well crafted write that is rich in imagery and thought provoking! Impressive and I enjoyed reading it! Love the metaphoric pattern embedded in it! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!
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5/7/2024 2:38:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
him is always a special person to beckon unless otherwise its not love--memories are a shadow always walking as nightmare-written well.Innovative