Mother Nature’s ghost writer, Aakriti Kuntal.
Day 26 #napowrimo #prompt: repetition
Sound drops through the catalogue of fingers
The body is a mutant
in this black life,
awaiting a rise, a tilt, a drop
I stand at the shore,
the water circling my paddy feet
I am a porcupine shadow
in this holy dance of tides
I am a porcupine shadow
in this circling of fellow waves
This circling, this endless circling
like a river in madness
licking its own face off
I stand at the shore
under a black sky of spinning birds
only a patch of cold winter
trapped in the nights’ drooping jaw
I am the chatter of life’s teeth
Listening,
Listening,
Listening
I have been listening so long
Each drop of water
is disparate in my ear
I’ve been listening so long
my eye is a relentless shudder
I stand at the shore
and take the entire sea
in my mouth
I,
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