Got a poem’Let Me Go’ in this stupendous issue of GloMag which is a print issue and will be in national libraries in India.
Let Me Go
When you sit with me on the bench, your arm
around my shoulders, I wonder
Will the sun ever cease to be?
It is a homecoming of sorts
The birds, done with twittering
are settling into a twilight made soft with twigs
Dusk is a tender stole
thrown over us, silently
The gold drowns abruptly
like a cold word in a warm heart
leaving us staring at an aftermath of glory
Could you slide your fingers a little bit down?
There is a sorry dream stuck there
-a tiny rustle of wings
squirming to meet a breeze
Let me go now
so that I can follow that bird
across the darkening fields
and to you, return
before it is too late
GloMag is a Monthly Online Prose and Poetry Magazine. It is the coming together of writers in their diverse manifestations, thoughts, and expressions, and the visual interpretation of these.
Source: GloMag July 2017
When you ask me what I did todayI rewind in a flash to start from where you leftbut then you have only eight more minutes to spareso the spin slowsand the needle stops at the pointwhich matters to me the most”I wrote a poem”It then turns rapidly in youas you sit at the ta
Source: No Words — Life in 10 Minutes
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Source: Move Out, I am in Love — Life in 10 Minutes
I just took a bullet for the remaining bits of humanityThe baton passes onWe will take it forward from here
Source: Bullet Proof | Countercurrents
Thrilled to be back at Duane’s awesome PoeTree. A prayer and a wish for all the lovely people we have in our lives- May they endure 🙏
For months now, I have been poeming on treadmills so this was natural.
Source: Duane’s PoeTree: Reena Prasad writes