Happy to say this poem was published today on Autumn Sky Poetry.
Many thanks to the editor, Christine Klocek-Lim.
I walk this dying year slowly down to the edge. You laugh, tell
me I am holding his shrivelled arm too tight, he totters now, his
voice feeble, not that he has anything left to say. I wait for him
to crumble to ashes so I can hand him back to ocean that birthed
him, how many times have we done this here, how many times
have we stood at this door, me empty hearted, this silent Bay
of Bengal, waiting in seeming nonchalance, wave after wave,
counting down the seconds. Remember the time he was broken
before the winter solstice, I brought him in pieces, in black plastic
bags, parts missing, and once, long ago, when I did not want to
let him go- all that crusted angst has turned blue wine to salt, yet
this sea burns the fire of a new day in her belly, our ancient…
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Brilliant writing – mesmerizing, really. The imagery in this is stunning!
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Thanks so much Wendy.
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Lovely poem and congrats
“How many times have we done this”
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Thanks so much…
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What an amazing poem symbolizing the turning of the year, the dying of a life, the turning of a season….absolutely beautiful in words and images!
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Thank you Donna 🙂
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The imagery is marvelous. Feeling, and holding on to the decaying dying year is an image that is going to stay with me.
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Thanks so much Rommy 🙂
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Rich with imagery of Autumn, loss and melancholy. Congrats on the publication. 😊
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Thank you 🙂
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The ending year as an almost-corpse that can barely stay together. What an image. Very appropriate for the year we just had.
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Thanks Magaly 🙂
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Congratulations Rajani, luv your deep contemplative imagery
Best Wishes for the New Year
much love…
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Thanks Gillena 🙂
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Congratulations, Rajani, on being published on Autumn Sky Poetry.
What I like about this poem is the invitation to walk; the direct address is effective, as is the description of the other person whose shrivelled arm is held too tightly, who I can imagine as an elderly relative. The final line is beautiful.
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Thank you Kim. Already into the second week of January… that old year is well and truly dead! 🙂
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🙂
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A bittersweet ritual full of memory and mystery.
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Thanks Colleen!
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Congratulations!! I feel so many emotions in this poem and I am reading it over and over.
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Thank you Vandana.
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Very emotional and moving write! I always enjoy all of your sensory details.
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Thank you Mary 🙂
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Congratulations, Rajani!💞 This is a gem of a poem 🙂 and I am so happy it received due recognition.
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Thank you Sanaa 🙂
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Well-deserved to be published – it is incredibly moving – made more so not just by your words but the couplets that read into each other
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Thanks so much Laura.
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