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The Bridal Bouquet
It was nice, a green, glowing morning, misty-eyed, shying out of further moonlighting. Peace enveloped me and the sleeping bundle of new skin, softly fleshy, dimpled and doubly delicate, his breath shallow, yet throbbing with life. I leant out, the … Continue reading
Posted in define, emotions, flowers, leave marks on skin, marks on skin, nature, poetry, relationships, short short story, snip-snippet, time, trifecta, woman
Tagged baby boy, bad time, banyan, child, dream, heal, home, hurt, lash, lean, recover, scar, tree, woman, young
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young pencil marks
my wall is discolored: graphite squiggles of a pudgy hand, deliciously dimpled, crimped around a stubby blue pencil, the other leaving faint smudges on the wall- of you, of three year old thoughts, of the afternoon’s last lights, shadows that … Continue reading
Posted in beauty, define, emotions, poetry, relationships, time, trifecta
Tagged baby, child, crimp, crush time, dimpled hand, graphite, last lights, pencil, shadow, smudge, three, three year old thought
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I see wonder when you see woe and under
Baby, why did I have you? Is that what bothers you now? Well, so that you could see the tulips in bloom, Be vibrant and sprightly like them, stave off gloom, Blue bells are also belles But only when … Continue reading
Posted in beauty, colours, daughter, define, emotions, flowers, nature, outdoors, poetry, relationships, shape, time, water, woman
Tagged age, alive, blue, blue baby, blue bell, child, dangle, daughter, dream, flower, hope, leaf, live, love, nature, piece of the sun, rosebud, silk dress, swish, tree, watered silk
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the Boojum’s embrace
it all started with time, when it paused and let us seep into the other, leave an imprint, an autographed night-grunt; heave and gasp, moan and musk- y odour of lust and limbs, greasy and guiltless . why do i now … Continue reading
Hurt
It wasn’t the first time but she couldn’t say it hurt less now. Those spaces in time when red took over and colored itself in welts on her son’s tender skin. His whimpers hurt her. Every single time. Wrote this … Continue reading
Posted in colours, define, emotions, leave marks on skin, moods, relationships, short short story, snip-snippet, time, trifecta
Tagged abuse, abuse a child, anger, beat, child, compassion, confused, hurt, lose control, love, pain, red, regret, restraint, sad, self-control, slap, son, space, temper, tender skin, time, welt, welts, whimper, whimpers, word story
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Spindrift
Spindrift said she of the colour of her uniform, saying the pale blue permitted greying like no other hue. that was her day-dress too, even on those holidays few, when she came over tagging her mother, lending a helping hand, … Continue reading
Hasta la vista, baby!
He knew it was bound to happen, sooner or later- she would slip out of his grasp and soar high. That was her destiny and he knew he had to let go and let her go. Yet, he couldn’t soothe … Continue reading
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Tagged baby, balloon, child, entertainment, fiction, freedom, gaming, hasta la vista, helium, let go, love, play, sigh, toy, transportation
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The Gifts of Magi
FRom the white balloon-skirt TO the bright pink shoes TRavels all over the country NEw tastes, cuisines and flavours fresh SPecial treats in my honour EVen when it wasn’t my birthday IT did feel like Christmas comes not once a … Continue reading
Growing up
She fidgeted and kept fingering the crimps in her baby pink top; every few seconds, she’d leap up and blow another kiss out the window. As the bus started pulling away from the kerb, she leant out and blew one … Continue reading
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Tagged assumptions, baby, child, distraction, duality, duty, guilt, mother, work, working mother
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Daughter
She sounded warm enough But why did I feel like I was walking on egg- shells, like the ones we used to pick on the sea-shore, her hand pressed into mine, in one grip-for-a-life- time, o, why did you have … Continue reading
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Tagged age, child, coldness, daughter, friendship, generation gap, kinship, life, love, memories, mother, past, relationships, time, understanding
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