Rancid atmosphere,
splays obsidian light on
cheekbones I promised
never to paint.
Bilingual melodies
unsung, my
frozen lips bequeath
tremors to invisible eyes
marking mirrors with sighs,
unkissed nakedness
haunting narcissus beauty of
funeral skies –
isotropic season aroused
in love with me.
©Mohana Das
insanebloom 
particularly like the line ‘unkissed nakedness’… all beautiful. I like the sense of love and death being linked.
“Isotropic season aroused”–so many possibilities implied here! Lovely and haunting!
A thin line between the two, great mixture of death and life in your verse, nicely done!
your words are not only haunting and mesmerizing, but they are timeless and flawless. you are a wonderful talent and im so very happy to read you. always a pleasure!
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This is a very interesting poem. Your images are so strong. I confess I didn’t fully understand, and yet found it beautiful.
Lovely and intriguing. It’s like your words capture the essence of a theme and sparkle. Nicely done.
Your poem has a strong sense of oppression, in the first stanza it hovers between whether it’s a promise the narrator made to others vs. to herself to not paint/not sing those melodies. The slide from the fear in this stanza to the eroticism of the 2nd is eerie. (I love the narcissus! and you sent me to the dictionary to get me some isotropic.)
Kind of like a word painting.
There is a sense of innocence here. It’s almost as if the love is a threat to something untouched and pure.
“cheekbones I promised
never to paint”
I love this line…
“Isotropic season aroused”
smiles..again a new look to your blog..smiles..i’m with kellie..your words are haunting and crawl under my skin
ah what a fine line it is…we must love ourselves to love others but if we love ourselves too much we never will another…nice dance within your words….
You write beautiful poetry – I’m looking forward to reading more!
Mohana, your work is always rich in imagery as well as thought-provoking. That first sentence grabbed me right away.
Wonderful writing! Great imagery, fantastic word play. Awesome stuff, Poet! Reads amazing out loud 🙂
Curious little piece. Has had me read back through it a couple times no, to fully flesh out its vision of meaning in my mind. A lovely dose of imagery to be sure, and a haunting yet intriguing engagement all around, particularly with such well-crafted bits as “isotropic season around” – gets the mind stirring with interpretations.
Interesting wordplay centering around the theme of self love. Honest, sensual, intriguing. Enjoyed the poem very much.
lovely poetry Mohana. read almost all of your poems….there’s something about them….beautiful!
Thank you so much!!
I am sorry, I should have left an footnote to it. I was writing about the weather yesterday. It was cloudy, foggy, very sickly yellow, and fogs in the afternoon is rare in the tropics. I was alone at home, and the atmosphere appeared haunted…kind of eerie, with that sad, caustic funeral appearance. I write “isotropic” for the uniform facelessness of the day. And everytime I looked at myself in the mirror, I had a feeling as if there were lots of invisible eyes staring straight at me, hence the word, “unkissed.”
Dear Mohana
I loved your words… and the imagery of finding wetness all around you… triggering sensation of gloom… your words swing from this ethereal end to the other …. I liked your lines…
‘marking mirrors with sighs,
unkissed nakedness’
Very evocative..
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-where-you-will-go.html
I like the way you break the lines in unpredictable spots. Meaning shifted, my expectations shifted … it made reading a more interactive experience and kept me paying attention to every little detail. Rather like inspecting one’s face in the mirror.
This is a delicate and well-crafted piece of description with a fine under layer of uneasy emotion. I especially like the way you’ve packed the short phrases–‘bilingual melodies unsung,’ for instance, and ‘marking mirrors with sighs.’ very evocative. Loved it.
Now I want to see the painting! LOL
This is layered with ambiguity. Shifting like shadows throughout the poem as it becomes very “painterly”. The idea of Narcissus thrown into the mix was a little unusual, but in the sense of solitude and fog, it makes perfect sense. Well done.
The way you move back and forth to describe, what is sometimes, a way of living that some have that can lead to ruin is simply awesome.
Excellent — so well crafted!
wow !! just absolutely brilliant poem 🙂