Scream! You can’t be heard. The vacant space surrounds you like a child in a womb. It is never ending. It is everywhere. The quietness is so loud. jj2017
Tag: Life
Intimate Dinner
Away from the crowd Where it’s quiet, my love Let’s share this moment In candlelight, my love Just me and you at this table for two Shut out the world’s sights and sound Let’s enjoy our love jj2017
Valley of Bones (Hour 11)
VALLEY OF BONES I have stood upon the mountain tops. I have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles, their feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow. I have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my…
Slave Superstitions
Jump rope twirling Ponytails whirling Jumping singing Voices ringing Step on a crack, break your mother’s back Black as taboo Down in the bayou Worse than voodoo Hear when they say to you Step on a crack, break your mother’s back Teardrops no…
No Man’s Land (Hour 10)
NO MAN’S LAND Somewhere between sinner and saint, I reject the black and white brainwashing of religion. There’s too much grey to ignore, too much love withheld, and too much judgement cast. I live between the fine line of being lost and found, stumbling closer…
Where There Is Light (Hour 9)
WHERE THERE IS LIGHT The constant of time is staggering, bewildering, and heartbreaking. So tonight, I will time to stop. I do not ask, I do not beg, I will it. Just for a moment. Let me sit in the stillness of a void I…
Hour twelve
Mother Tongue I never forgot this language— the way my tongue should roll when I pronounce the words The accent and expressions grab the phrases strongly The sentences slip out of my mouth with an ease The pen doesn’t fumble when…
Yarns
HOUR TWELVE her agate breasts weaves songs from the barren verses her hands sewed memoirs from the leftover yarns her solitude harvests warmth from the carcasses, of desires and naiveté the imagery of life looks fragile, morbid yet beautiful! Copyrighted by Ruchi Chopra, 2017.
There are No Words for This, But a Poet Has to Try
How can a jig Encapsulate life? Two measures tear me up, Tighten my throat Capsize my heart so it floats upside down in my chest, Rudder aloft and sails under water. It starts with the swallowtails, of course, Dipping and diving for insects…