Unwanted Companion
I wait eagerly
for absolute darkness
to lose my shadow
it troubles me to
feel its presence
grow, then diminish,
but not disappear
I grow weary of its company
walking close
beside me, before me,
behind me
an appendage that
speaks its own
language
formidable in
eloquence,
eerily chained to
my heels.
© Neetu Malik
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-
she bends
to the breeze
allows it to twist her bones
shape her arms
to shade and protect -
I see you will haggle over your wares
sell them to me for the price I ask
I know you have many gods
little and large, in stock -
first snow
flakes of a poem
fall on my page -
Shall we dip our brush
in the deep blue dusk
so we may paint joy
we stole from
the passing day
before it grows dark? -
all I hear is this song…
carried to my ears upon waves
as they ebb and return
a symphony of love
played on instruments
of the heart—
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