What did you say your name was ?
5 December 2015
Time loops in waters
Relentless moment’s pursuit
Stillness in shadows
Aching belonging
Surface of the Truths lurking
Lost in specks of sand
Your face remembers
Within the spiralling sparks
The touch of my hand
Eyelids fluttering
What did you say your name was?
I’ve known you somewhere
Eye withered your thoughts
Braced them Amnesia’s bouquets
Fragrant memories
Nose puckering up
The familiar scents crafting
Pictures of me framed
Ears glistening lobes
Shivering recognition
Stories from my Heart
I coughed up dark ink
Stark memories of morrows
Icy beginnings
You lent me ravens
Sight of hopeful Times seething
Painful the teething
I chewed again hurt
Hidden glass in the morsels
Of taste and of sheens
Driveway to deserts
Actors playing million parts
Screenings in sunrise
The fluttering lids
What did you say your name was?
Let’s begin again
The Cranberries – When you’re gone
Very stirring, Geetha. I feel like I do when I write about loves of lost lifetimes. Seeing something familiar in a strangers face that reminds me why I could have known the and loved them in some other place. So wonderful to read first thing in the morning. Best wishes to you Dear friend and poetess.
Thank you Eric. I am glad it stirred something within you. That is always the ultimate aim of most writers if not of all writers. We seldom realise it on a deeper level but we are all connected and can always find more things that bind us to each other than the things that differentiate us. Best wishes to you too dear friend and poet and enjoy the rest of the day 🙂
Yes Ma’am. That is always the goal for what we do!!
It is a beautiful thing.
It certainly is my friend 🙂
A beautiful piece, Geetha with lovely imagery, as always…
Thank you Thomas. I always feel privileged to have such beautiful comments from you and the other talented poets and writers from this unique blogging community
You are welcome, Geetha.
A great one G! Especially with that music! 😉
Thanks P. I know you love their music 😀
Very lovely Geetha..
Thank you Paul 🙂
“Your face remembers
Within the spiralling sparks
The touch of my hand”
I particularly liked this verse, in an otherwise moving and spectacular poem 🙂
Thank you 🙂
“Braced them Amnesia’s bouquets …”
This line is brilliant.
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Thank you, I am glad you liked it