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


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  1. 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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  2. 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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