Parting words and shattered worlds

The sunset is dead, oceans are crying, 
the sky is vicious in red, people are lying. 
Life is sickeningly beautiful
And beautifully slick 
With the blood of the dawn
That arrives much too quick

You walk as you yell,
Left alleged of a purple dream
The stars and the wind widen a void
To pull in the morning and night, to divide the day for darkness
To rust and corrode, to age your bones in warm decay
Has it all been so lost, so long.
As pretty as a celluloid cry,
Gamble for what’s broken, iconic soul,
Darkened days, glittering city,
Grey skies loose over the edges and horizons,
Sparking colors to seas, covered at its seem
All the favorites, the places are ruined, your stroll ruined every past affection, without the air
Of a soft resurrection.

It feels that Bullets have lined my chest,
created canyons on my body,
river of bloody regrets circling the world
Then disappearing, fading into velveteen clouds
On which I can scatter my thoughts to distract and help myself.
The edgy valley is my home now, the one I follow
Always verging. Always verging. 

I realise
it is the world’s persona
to shear the horizon in half with scissors
at dawn, to mock with romance of blazing colours
The chandelier shatters it’s patterns on my shoulders,
And I brush the glass that litters the bed
where shaded red spreads like sunset
On my empty fingertips

I wish for a figure-eight in the sand
A sleight of hand, so soft
For a fate not tainted
with parting words and shattered worlds
or sickeningly beautiful things

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This was written in collaboration with Watt, Piers of Duty and Gaze  https://sapphire-sky-com.home.blog/  I was so lucky to work with a writer of such talent, and if you haven’t already, definitely have a read of his beautifully surreal and vivid poetry.  This poem begins with a prelude written together, then a couple of stanzas by Watt (which are the best ones of course), then the last two by me.  

59 thoughts on “Parting words and shattered worlds

      1. Poetic genius may be going quite a lot too far you two… But I can’t say I don’t revel a little in such kindly extravagant words!
        I’m sure you’ll love Watt’s writing Punam, and he yours. Given that the pair of you are both poetic geniuses yourselves! 🧡

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    1. It really was fun, and unfolded so easily thanks to your brilliant ideas. The only trouble I had was trying to feel my writing would not fade in the immediate wake of yours..

      I will look forward to doing it again, for sure! 😊

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      1. My pleasure. ☺
        Well, art is art. Some express it through colours while some through words. If it’s soulful, people will love it.
        Also, it was obvious that you know a thing or two about painting, else you wouldn’t have put it out so well in the poem. 😊

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      2. Oh Mia, thank you! I really don’t know anything about painting, but every now and then I go through a phase where I enjoy losing myself in it. I do it only for myself, and for the process of doing it. I generally just put them in a cupboard in my bedroom.

        Thank you again 😊

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  1. Dear gods, two of my favorite writing blogs working together is like reading Good Omens again.

    I feel time pass just a little slower as I read Watt’s lines. As if the pain I’m starting to feel (at my not at all advanced age of 24) are soothed by the nature of time itself. And as the day comes to its end, how we wish for all those beautiful things. Ugh it blends together so well I just turned to mush reading it.

    My favorite part about reading your work, both of you, is that I want to reread it to gain a better understanding. Every time I see something either of you wrote, I have to read it over and over, but it’s because I want to that I do. I wish I could write the way the two of you do, and it may be because of the way you write that I work just that much harder on my own work.

    So thank you, and for the love of whatever god(s) you may or may not believe in- keep writing, my friends.

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    1. Dear Gods!! It means so much to me (and I’m sure I can say the same for Watt), that you say these things about this poem, and our writing. Like you, I admire Watt’s use of surreally vivid textures and layered metaphors. It means so much that you would put me in this category of ‘must read again’ and ‘favourite blogs’. If you ever take any encouragement to keep writing from me, then I am encouraged to keep writing.

      You better keep writing too my friend, always!!!

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      1. 🥰. Thank you for the welcome back—it means so much to me…and so great to see you and Watt collaborating together—hope there will be more. You both have my respect and admiration as poets—as super cool humans! 💞

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  2. I loved this stanza for its exceptional imagery:
    I realise
    it is the world’s persona
    to shear the horizon in half with scissors
    at dawn, to mock with romance of blazing colours
    The chandelier shatters it’s patterns on my shoulders,
    And I brush the glass that litters the bed
    where shaded red spreads like sunset
    On my empty fingertips
    The whole poem is beautiful!

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