fresh terror to love
an april poem
woefully unprepared with my mouth full of
famine, hands empty but my future
beyond March
when the nights leave with no warning
but with recollections that under the sun
there is never and nowhere a time to cry
every morning, a recurring epoch
the mirror returns me my face
and with it a reminder of the hour
of what it means to be awake in human bones
to lie so close to someone,
meek flashes of summer on your faces
you’re no longer just bodies but
a freshly razed field of yourselves
which is to say
we are the earth an armful of tulips grow through
lying supine in my mudwet
room - damp and comfortable
ready to close our eyes and
change into words
honeysuckle. linen. pimm’s. tulips.
April.
April.
April.
you’re here again.
what new god do you bring?
who do I sing about this summer?
should I still believe
in summer, love uproots the heart
better than a leftover landmine
About the Creator
Mesh Toraskar
A wannabe storyteller from London. Sometimes words spill out of me and the only way to mop the spillage is to write them down.
"If you arrive here, remember, it wasn't you - it was me, in my longing, who found you."
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Comments (31)
Brought here by Mackenzie's wonderful review! Gorgeous poem. I am looking forward to reading more.
I’m in awe. Incredible work.
This is fantastic,.the whole thing. The ending is stunning, but this right here, "every morning, a recurring epoch the mirror returns me my face and with it a reminder of the hour of what it means to be awake in human bones." I feel this right to my soul.
‘Love uproots the heart’ yess! Wow so memorable!
Stunning!!
'in summer, love uproots the heart better than a leftover landmine' - that really is an incredible conclusion! Top Story, indeed!
Congratulations 🎉🎉 for top story Your resilience is an inspiration to all who know you. Keep inspiring others with your strength
congratulations on TS. very thought provoking. GREAT.
amezing
Absolutely WOWED by all this majesty in poetic form! Kudos to you as well for making the Top Story feature!
Beautifully written.
What a stunning comparison with which to end this bit of terrifying whimsy. Extremely well done, Mesh, jolting & jarring us from our too-oft-taken-for-granted perspectives on things.
Bravo 🙌
This poem just made me sink into myself. It's so effortlessly grounded and ethereal, lush and overflowing with imagery and feeling. Gorgeous, gorgeous work, Mesh!
Really amazing
What a great poem. So dynamic, love the imagery.
Another fine poem, Mesh! I enjoyed every line, all the way to the hard-hitting end!
Congrats on TS! I loved the ending from April to the finish!!
Nice
Truly evocative in such a beautiful way
Beautiful and haunting.
Congrats on Top Story!
Absolutely beautiful
dare we hope? Fantastic
Niceee