an evening reverie (iii)

bricks, mortar, dull-white paint shedding
down the wall — the iron rods sticking out
like the full flush of loneliness — pennies
stuck to my palate — empty eyes stinging

with an evening demand for staying, clay
pots scattered, broken melon lips linking
skies with mouthed words, those unsaid
are never too dull – fuchsia pink – boiling

tricks, sweating armpits, a pulsing heat —
smoking, sweltering, steaming —


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That kind of an evening — linking it up with Poetry Pantry at PU.

24 thoughts on “an evening reverie (iii)

  1. there are so many ways to see and read your words – I see a beggar by a broken wall, in the heat of the evening
    – these most intriguing of lines:
    “broken melon lips linking
    skies with mouthed words, those unsaid
    are never too dull – fuchsia pink – boiling”

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  2. sanaarizvi says:

    My goodness this is good! The sense of melancholy and ache is so palpable in this poem. Especially like: “broken melon lips linking skies with mouthed words”… such a poignant image ❤

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  3. gillena cox says:

    stuck to my palate — empty eyes stinging”

    Ah to meet with poverty and express it so succintly. Good job Anmol

    Thanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard today


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  4. wyndolynne says:

    These images are the distillation (at least for me) of uncomfortable corners where the external & the internal are overwhelming, the confrontation of self versus city or self versus reality.

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  5. Beautifully written, however in the back of my mind was the evidence that all over the world the weather and climate is going through a spasm of unrest, lengthy hot spells in Europe; bush (wild) fires in Australia’s winter and lack of winter rain then there are floods in Kerala, India together with continuing earth tremors in Indonsesia. Somebody is not happy with our behaviour!

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  6. Pat: willow88switches says:

    this is simple for the clear images painted, yet complex for the layers and the very same ideas you’ve offered us; which makes this really interesting to read; because well, it’s heated, hot, desolate, melancholic, slightly tense and borderline sexual/sensual too … it’s actually rather beautiful for all of this; certainly a poem/short reflection that crosses over and lights itself and smokes, slowly … much like oppressive heat … it has that daze/haze feeling to it; very atmospheric.

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    • This was exactly the atmosphere whence I wrote it — the humidity and the sultriness in the air were similar to the kind of brittle heat brimming within. And the eyesight wasn’t clear, lack of sugars only aided in this lethargic reverie. And of course, the sensual undertones were at the forefront of the mind. It’s strange to see someone pick on exactly that. A very apt observation.
      Thank you for giving your time to understanding it and sharing these words. ❤

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      • Pat: willow88switches says:

        you have a tremendous gift Anmol – you really do; it’s not always easy to walk through the world with such acute, astute observations, and then to weave them through words, into images, impressions, – it can be exhausting for what we “see” and understand, and know, as well as what we can’t quite piece together, but yes, you have a tremendous gift – and it is always a pleasure to read your words.


  7. mhmp77 says:


    the iron rods sticking out
    like the full flush of loneliness

    Loneliness is an intrusion to one’s good feelings. It is a pity as emotions get unnecessarily involved


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