Masks,
syringes and gloves playing on my vision;
Icicles
pricking every cell in brain, spreading numbness,
Letting me
lose all my weight and obscuring my vision.
Wings were
slowly emerging, taking to heights,
it is
strange here, a shop of garments, no, many!
Yes, only textiles here, sparkling ones to
rags.
Are they
abandoned? No owners in sight,
naked
shoppers floating in search, they are many,
nobody
returned in from the shops, am I right?
Eerie
feelings crawled like snakes, so many disappear-
ing from
the shops, yes I am quite sure, it’s so strange,
are the
garments gulping them down to nowhere?
Price tags
on the garments, shining more than the garments;
‘Your
karma’ etched and scribbled names on price tags,
they search
and possess and strangely disappear in garments.
This one
looks so familiar, yes I like this and my name on it!
Should I
keep this? I am tempted, a tug-of-war here,
the
weightless me and this garment with my name on it.
It is
engulfing me in, wings are broken, lot of chaos
Pipes
pulling out of my throat, people handling me,
It’s so
strange, my numbness letting me no response!
I am here
in a green bed in a white room, walls staring!
Shadows,
only shadows exist now, tossing me across
the thin
lines of being and not being, mind
hanging!
I love your words Sreeja ... they flow like colors on a canvas ... brilliant !!!
ReplyDeleteI feel fear in this poem and confusion and claustrophobic. You have created a poem with atmosphere!
ReplyDeleteI sense a feeling of being in limbo with what will be .....an uncertainty of what the future may hold....your words have brought those feelings to life Sreeja!
ReplyDeleteThis one made me feel anxious..intended I think..lol. It strode to the edge and jumped off, full speed ahead, next stop, the ground. Nice work.
ReplyDeletemarvellous imagery, very overwhelming in approach!
ReplyDelete..that last stanza is full of fear and worry. Certainly hope this is not YOU!
ReplyDeleteO. I recognize this world! I was there at age 12, a coma of Hepatitis in which I escaped from the medical confusion. It hurts to come all the way back, but it is worth it, and I see this narrator has lived to describe it (?)
ReplyDeleteVery vivid and true.
Wow, this is full of visceral image and color. I like the height and the snakes and the space and the war and the inward emotion. I'm left with many questions...very intriguing. :)
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