Love And Music

Entry by: vinita18

14th January 2015

You are a stranger once again.

I don't recognize your lips...
Are they the same that filled my gasps with RUMI's lines?
And tattooed your voice on my neck?

I don't recognize your hands...
Are they the same that made polyps in air to hold bustling Monarchs
before the night buried days in deeper sands?

Now, when we shake hands,
yours feel wired to the choices you made -
handcuffed to moments not mine.

I have run out of curtains and shades
and now speak clearly with my eyes,
so don't mind the shards.

Don't speak to me again of a little cottage in the woods
pegged to the mountains
windows laced with birdsongs.

Don't speak of haze, love, music, melting, drowning - all those crazy words.
Don't mention them even with your gait
as you stride towards me in a crowd.

Because like you, your stride too is a stranger.
And when you speak, I hear all the world's noise in your words
I miss the silence of your fingertips.
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Marker 1

What I liked about this piece: Really loved this. My favorite piece I have read since I signed up!
Favourite sentence: And tattooed your voice to my neck?
Feedback: Outstanding to me.

Marker 2

What I liked about this piece: I loved the concept behind this poem and its depth and all the imagery it paints so well.
Favourite sentence: Don't speak to me again of the little cottage in the woods
pegged to the mountains
Feedback: I thought there was some lovely imagery in this, particularly the sentence above. I could imagine this so clearly. And windows laced with birdsong. It was very unique and fresh and so I found the final line a little disappointing. However I found I wanted to read the poem over and over again, each time finding something else to enjoy.

Marker 3

What I liked about this piece: Thoughtful and extremely personal, passionate
Favourite sentence: "tattooed your voice on my neck"
Feedback: A very emotional piece depicting the despair when a relationship has ended.
Music, however, only gets one brief (direct) mention in the 6th [penultimate] stanza, which I felt was a little too far 'off piste' .