ritual of words

layered blood-thick, brown-washed,
on the walls of my restive seclusion —

the elemental, egregious thoughts fight
against the other for more screen-time —

tea dregs & shunted ideas pass through
grey matter, spilling out cranial fluids
of creative flow —

acid, sweat, water — the dust of dread,
the diligence of death —

how the ritual of words is mired in
the affliction of being.


© Anmol Arora

Linking it up with The Tuesday Platform at WRT where I am hosting this week — I have proposed an optional challenge to write a poem in praise of one’s source of inspiration for the last day of the poetry month.
My #30Days30Poems can be found here.

Day 30
(Inter)National Poetry Month


18 thoughts on “ritual of words

  1. how the ritual of words is mired in
    the affliction of being.

    Bravo! Your April poems have been quite a journey – stark and questioning and not holding back! A pleasure to read, always.

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  2. sanaarizvi says:

    Yours are the words that pledge loyalty to the muse, to fire raging inside the chest and to light that battles through despair and darkness. It has been a pleasure reading and writing alongside you this month, Anmol! ❤️ We did it!! 😀


  3. Jim says:

    Anmol, I predict that you will always dabble in poetry even if your career does not take you there. BTW, I think you are a student. If so, what is your major?


    • Jim says:

      I forgot, thank you for the prompt today and for the other help you’ve been. Last night a Licorice stick of candy came to mind. Had to have been my muse but she’s not been so definite before.


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