A steel pot on the stove
confines the calm water
as our trap holds our tongue
The fire hisses
in the ears of air
and the air bubbles
on being stung
The water searches
for a crack
to seep away
or cool the fire
The air storms into
the cool of water
and pinches the monster
entombed
in a divine depth
Water
once healed the burn
now burns in pain
A million eyes
and no iris
blink on the floor and
walls of the pot
The monster
opens its eyes
wider and wider
exploding a few
and sees nothing
The eyes stomp hard
on the floor
restless
to escape the grave
One watery eye
perches on the hat
of the pot
its pain vaporising
The monster whines
pulls the shackles
The hat pounds
But when did the dead
open the grave?
The watery eye looks
beneath
in its reflection
a growling monster
consuming itself
The watery eye
gives a sigh
as if a soul beholding
its sleeping self
PS- Shall I turn off the stove?
Amazing poem
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Hey Raghavasree, Thank you π
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Your welcome
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ππππ it’s time for me to be the one who speaks first… woow, Nebula. Such beautiful poem. So raw and yet heartfelt! Thank you so much for sharing this with us!!β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ Just lovely and beautiful!!
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Hihihihi ahww π (I am now almost an π)
THANK YOU very much Jojo πβ£οΈπβ£οΈ π
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Ahhaha yes,yes you are!! Lol ππ€«π And it was my very pleasure, Nebula!!! β€οΈβ€οΈ Keep it up ππ½ I have
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Wow Nebula…. A lovely poem π it was intense. Thanks for sharing. And PS. Yes turn it off π
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Hey, thank you very much πππ Yeah, I turned it off πππ
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The imagery in your writing is great!
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Thank you very much β€οΈβΊοΈπ
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Lovely poem! π And yes, can’t keep that stove on forever, ha! π
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Hahaha indeed, I turned it off. Thank you very much πβΊοΈ π
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