I gave my eyes to love and this
Made it hard to see
Then it took me prisoner
But I named no names
I afforded it my words
They were taken and burned
My poetry a torched Muslim villager
Her body a cloud of pain
My life was torn
Between torture and escape yet
I bundled there into my lover
A mix of conviction of beauty and so
I was mired
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I am a child of the earth
Leaves woven through my hair . Dew on the skin
I want to wriggle up under her arm, curl my legs up
Lean the head against her chest
Too many times I had vowed
Not to suffer uselessly . Not to use her
I had vowed
Too many times
To love If only once Just once
With all my intelligence
You are such a powerful writer Vera! How deeply you must feel within, to be able to write intense pieces like this… and love with intelligence… 😀…not gonna happen…🖖🤘👍😁
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Nope, Sundaram, you’re right, never does…
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Lovely Vera. Reading this on a morning when I’m a bit heartbroken over something that will pass. All is well and no worries. But this poem feels like a good friend who “gets it”. Understands. Just sat with it for a bit. Truly beautiful. Thank You. 🙂
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I know what that is like…so pleased it helped. ❤
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Cool experience, isn’t it?! 🙂
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Definitely. 🙂
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