By request, a continuation of my poem, Omnipresent.
She sounds like
Raw chickpeas poured into a metal bowl.
She smells like
Sesame oil and ginger.
She looks like
The wrinkled end of a clove of garlic.
She moves like
A hummingbird’s wing.
She feels like
Dried rose petals in milk.
Turn your neck swiftly;
Jerk it around as if you just heard
Your dead mother speak
Because she feels like
Now.
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So beautiful! I think it’s one of my favs of yours!
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Beautiful poem. I also voted for your haiku, I hope you win as your work deserves the recognition
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Hello NIN CHRONICLES. First of all I really appreciate you for your write ups. You do a really good job. Keep it up. I came across this poetry contest today and you came to my mind first. I just felt like sharing it with you and I hope you get in and share your work with more people out there.
Here is the link address http://www.coffeehousepoetry.org/prizes
.. Myfabcosmo
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Thank you so much for sharing this with me! I am indeed eager to check it out.
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I love this one! The descriptions, the layout, the emotion…just wow! It’s great when a piece of writing can actually make you visualise each part happening, I could hear the chickpeas and see the wrinkles of the garlic. Another wonderful post!
Aimsy xoxo
Aimsy’s Antics
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Thank you so much, Aimsy! Love that you connected with this piece so much.
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I love the layout and form of your words in this one, it really slows it down and adds to the emotion. Beautiful poem!
Anika | chaptersofmay.com
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Wow that was an amazing piece to read. I’m also now craving chick peas strangely! Thank you for sharing, you are incredibly talented x
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Oh wow. I love how deep and beautiful this is, Jaya. This was such a delightful read ahhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Oh my goodness, this is absolutely beautiful, Jaya. So evocative. I love the rose petals and milk and the hummingbird’s wing the most. I know what you mean, sometimes I feel if I could only turn my head fast enough I might see my mother too x
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It is a longing so many of us have!
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Oooo I wasn’t expecting it to be the dead mother, excellently built!
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Lovely poem! Loved reading this!
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Such emotive words. I love how descriptive this one is.
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I love the structure of this one, beautifully put together x
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Thank you! I had fun playing with layout.
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Mmmm I love the descriptions you give. I LOVE sesame oil, and the smell is something else haha. She just moves with grace and have so much different imagery. This outlines uniqueness. Keep it up with your lovely poetry!
Nancy ✨ exquisitely.me
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Your “Present” written like this is also like a dance for the eyes.
I have just voted and I renew my very best compliments!
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Love that you loved this poem! Thank you also for voting! 🙂
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THANKS to You for everything!!
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Excellent piece Java.
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Wow! This is utterly amazing and haunting. Wow, wow, wow.
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