Thoughts on a note

Abu Aeesh

Thoughts on a Note 

 

The hands seem disturbingly mundane without a rein

Because the mud drains the adhesion entailed

Houston we have a problem

 

This addiction to diction outline all the faults in the vault

Creaking an alchemist board

Until it yields a pattern that patters into all firewalls 

One of them is a realm where ingenuity meets semantic ambiguity

 

That's why thoughts on a note decode

And when a rhapsode recites it, it echoes

And the pen obstruct the construct of minuscule dots 

That were all poured in a capsule

Taking thrice a day with a story told and retold

Around the burning coal 

Which hinges on a core amidst breathing souls intertwined 

The contours trickles through the webs of my mind

If only I could turn water into wine

In order to turn what the world made immaterial corporeal

Because nobody wants to lose the use of their hands 

  • Author: Abu Aeesh (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2017 20:40
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  • malubotelho

    Your poem is so beautifully written. My poor understanding of the language makes me lose track of the thoughts and the words. I wish I could read a comment before my comment.

    • Abu Aeesh

      Wow! Thanks.. I'm grateful



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