they have shed their fuchsia calyxes-
i understand i’m needed
no more
your tea bags wither
on the study,
tasting of ledgers,
and cheque-books
even the rain has turned
rancid,
unromantic,
half-a-cliché
hanging all over like a limerent teen
©Mohana Das
Linked to D’verse Poetics
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can’t even bear the though of the much beloved rain turning rancid. beautifully written.
think the tea bags withering is the image that touched me most.. so visual.. a beautiful write mohana
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Thank you so much, Libby!!! 🙂
nice…great use of language in this…limerent, i had to look that up…really nice…i like how you use imagery to set the emotion of th emoment…
Awww…. how sad… I like that word too. Limerent. The tea bags is also very vivid. Lovely write Mohana
ah… always needed somewhere by someone who too is lonely… nice write
You had me at the tea bag… Beautiful use of words and juxtaposition of images. Bravo!
I have to agree with the above- and just the thought of that wrinkling the bag – amazing how something so everyday, when imbued with the right emotin, can create something poetic and beautifully sad….really enjoy how you talk about the rain as being rancid….almost as if there is nothing romantic left in the world…and this just takes the poem to another level…great job
Excellent piece!
I love the images you use to create the sad mood. Beautiful, Mohana.
Very nice. With every line I fell in love with your piece even more.
very good, love the closing stanza