(de)compose(d)

decomposing-
I see her face through
a veil of clouds, I touch
her eyes, against
my heaving chest,

tear after another, lining
my heart with the grievous
tendency of the dying tree,
left battered, uninhibited,
surrendered, to be guillotined

by the vivacity of this shore
where dead footprints walk the night.

decomposed-
she is a chance encounter in my memories.

decomposed-
I walk along the shore
once again. I see her,
in the sand between
my toes.

decomposing,
my body is bare,
bathing in the rain of
subsistence, that wrinkles
my skin into a tangible
thought.

decomposed-
she never was. I was.

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Image Credits: “Decompose” by Zaldy Icaonapo

Linking it up with Photo Challenge # 85 at MLM Menagerie and The Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads.

This is Poem # 3 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems challenge.

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21 thoughts on “(de)compose(d)

  1. Deeply in tuned with the outside, thoughts immersed become your poem

    Nice one Anmol; I’m happy you stopped by to read mine. Have a blessed Tuesday

    Much love…

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  2. Kerry O'Connor says:

    I really like this poem – it is a great interpretation of the picture and shows your skill with words and phrasing. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. clothespeggedpat says:

    Anmol – thanks for sharing your response to the MLMM photo prompt – 🙂 It’s really wonderful that you popped in.

    tear after another, lining
    my heart with the grievous
    tendency of the dying tree,

    by the vivacity of this shore
    where dead footprints walk the night.

    These are outstanding images – you have fashioned such an intriguing and amazing poem – it is haunting in feeling.

    Cheers
    Pat

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  4. The way you have used the view of an undertaker… without formaldehyde to preserve… it works so well.. also the sand between the toes, and that end.. “she never was”… an end so sad the only thing remaining is dust and ash. wonderful dark poetry Anmol

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  5. Wow, the twist in the closing lines set me on my head – in such a good way. A wonderful interpretation of the picture, and I really like the twist at the end. Very clever write.

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  6. Isadora Gruye says:

    I found the line
    “by the vivacity of this shore
    where dead footprints walk the night.”
    very evocative. Thanks for sharing!

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  7. I really like what you did with the title. And well the verse is so real too.
    I can imagine walking on the sand at night. I visited a place once where the wind was so fierce by the ocean that you could see which way the wind went by how the tree grew, barely attached to the cliff-side.

    Continued success with your writing…aren’t you working on a book?
    Be well 🙂

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