a dream’s galloping pace,
if i bypassed my need
to be touched,
strung like a kite
against the face
of a shy-sky —
his eyes an empty-colour of opportunity, my skin,
a canvas bled —
the night lingered
like a lizard, in the thrall of a fly,
hovering over my lips.
© Anmol Arora
A 55-er for Art FLASH at WRT
14 thoughts on “screwed (ii)”
very rich imagery, love it!
Wowww! ❤️ This is incredibly potent in its brevity and depth, Anmol! I held my breath throughout the poem especially here: “his eyes an empty-colour of opportunity, my skin, a canvas bled —the night lingered.” You never cease to amaze me 😀
What an enticing start… there are some great lines here, the fly thralling the lizard is a great thing to think about
Absolutely delicious. My lips are still quivering.
his eyes an empty-colour of opportunity…. Wow!
I really appreciate the was you have constructed the sentences, and placed your phrases. It makes for a kind of expectancy, perhaps a fear of somethiing NOT happening.
I shall spend days and days imagining all the colors opportunity bedecks a set of eyes with. Also, picturing a kite caressing the face of the sky. Such powerful images.
Very poetic ending, HA. Nicely done.
“strung like a kite against the face of a shy-sky ” Oh, I love that. It can be scary when we fall out of a dream.
I really liked the line about bypassing the need for touch like a kite against the sky. Well done, you!
I’m glad the “night lingered ” HA. I like for my dreams to have a slow pace so that I can enjoy them more.
What I like most about this poem, Anmol, is the delicacy in the layout, the spacing and line breaks, and the way they underline your description of the need to be touched:
‘strung like a kite
against the face
of a shy-sky’
the turning point in a relationship.
“his eyes an empty-colour of opportunity”. I-love that description.
Beautiful words well spoken. Anand Bose from Kerala.