By Devika Mathur
And so I crumble in my own jaw line
Leaking from the iris,
A stoned mahogany stuck
Beneath the frivolous sky,
I lie like a pond, open and scarred,
Rummaging through your eyes,
To seek something that belongs to my lip.
I fail.
I fail the second day as well.
My mind talks pills and potions
A volatile adamant touch of burps.
A ripple lost and secured.
My mind is insane, forever.
Devika Mathur, a poetess from India is a published poetess and is a lover of everything dark and surreal. Her work has been previously published in Sudden Denouement, Visual Verse, Dying dahlia review, two drops of ink, Madswirl, The rye whiskey review among various others. Find more of her musings at https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com
I crumble in my own jaw line!!! Devika, this poem is a slice of the exquisite.
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As I always say its solace and treat for the poetic eyes to read her words.Beautiful poem D
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Thank you, Christine.
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I love the way this piece aches
“I lie like a pond, open and scarred,”
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Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:
Devika Mathur on Sudden Denouement
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You’re a star, Devika ❤
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Like you.❤️
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Reading you is always refreshing!
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry.
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Thank you
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“A volatile adamant touch of burps.” A few more lines like this and people will be submitting your poems for approval for Ph.D. theses. Very provocative and suggestive.
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You have just overrated my work I feel. Such a huge praise.🙏
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Reading you is always an experience.
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Means a lot.
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There’s always so much to see in your poetry.
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Reblogged this on MY VALIANT SOUL and commented:
On SD.
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just brilliant Devika
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Thank you
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