his voice has a slight tremble
i can feel in my throat, like
a hot melting tar, burning away —
a fever i could catch, a freedom
i could match, and light away
another smoke to its waste.
.
© Anmol Arora 2018
For With Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Cherita
HA's Place 
I love to see your notebook poetry, Anmol. You tell a tale in a few lines which hints at so much more, behind the scenes.
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The hints in this cherita are so subtle and yet so clear, Anmol, and made the more so by the use of internal rhyme in the liness:
‘a fever i could catch, a freedom
i could match, and light…’
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Love this, love the rhymes in there and the strength. I too love your notebook!!!
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Love your cherita, Anmol.
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Love the rhymes, and the story hinted… who he is and what will happen… as all stories will end.
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Oh my, this hints there is so much more to the story.
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Your poetry is fascinating … all of it. A challenge, and so worth the effort digging deep.
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that last stanza is very intriguing and I like the metaphor a lot !
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