literally walking on eggshells,
I scratch my nails on my palm
patter of your feet stops my panic
my ragged breath rights itself
I tidy up the spilled frosted sugar
at times I can't fathom
the way fact occurs along with fiction
red welts on my arms tell a tale of decay
when you rub that salve to soothe it
I close my eyes and let you wash over me
A lovely read... specially liked the way it progressed, and the parallels you drew to engender emotions.
ReplyDeleteI think you're too hard on yourself. I like this for the progression and the view it gives me in the mind.
ReplyDeletevirtual images fly across neurons, splattering on the walls of thought, mocking Plato, maybe, but allowing me to commend you, a fascinatingly surreal writer.
ReplyDeleteGautami, you conjure fantastic images for me with many of your poems--and you conjure them in fascinating ways.
Thanks, again.
Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteglad you wrote this. the first line "literally walking on eggshells" set the whole mood for this. I felt the tension and the release.
ReplyDeleteI Love the way you combine the eternal with the mundane, and leave the reader with a satisfied feeling in the last line.
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I'm trying to imagine what may have happened prior to the returning(?) footsteps.
ReplyDeleteHeartfelt, good to read. I like the sure and steady response within the poem to urgent need (that real daily stuff), yes, how it rights itself! Well said. Tender too. Impressively done (don't like that word, too impersonal, like the poem is - very personal in tone and delivery). Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI could feel the itchy twitchy need to move, something coming, something right now!
ReplyDeleteJust as long as it's real sugar, you know the chemical sugar, will make you break out in all kinds of unpleasant things...disgusting comment apart, I love how you write!
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI like how this fluctuates between the panic and the calm, with some very nice touches of detail.
ReplyDeleteI read this and wonder where the welts on the speaker's arms come from. I tend to either wear my scars on the inside or make my words wear them.
ReplyDeleteWonderful use of the words this week.
-Nicole
What are you doing walking around with "frosted sugar?" Do you manage a Dunkin Donuts over there in the Bronx?
ReplyDeleteRaven's Wing/Nicole: Interesting to me that you "wear your welts" whereas I "use my welts for kleenex."
I wonder what other usages Readers put their welts to?
Very nicely done! There is a some great imagery here.
ReplyDeleteI love the last line! And the way you place the reader right in the scene.
ReplyDeletevery powerful. emotions from
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naturally, how we feel without
thought.
well said!
ReplyDeleteThe red welts literally brought tears to my eyes. I am grateful for the emotions this brought up in me but ouch, ouch...
ReplyDeleteI never have seen or heard "ragged" used in relation to breaths and breathing. Interesting and unique use of that word in particular. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines show secrets to open-minded readers. Tough poetry - and I like that.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
Ralf