The State of Keatsian Drunkenness

Shall I wish or perish, Keats,
In your remembrances?
I saw closed doors with black ribbons of your choice
And heard laces humming late hymns.
The cold winter races up to the moon forever.
Yet in all times do I find you, warm as wine and fever;
Only in death does ice on ice grow like a tree.

Draw on me; divine me,
I wait at the threshold, eager to be called in.
Yet. Yet, you speak only in riddles.
Malachite and mirrors do adorn your windows,
Why don’t you let me through too?

I saw those fences in mourning;
Alabaster-clad winds and alcoholic fire –
Your friends in desire.
Drown me in a cup of hot chocolate,
Smother me with poetry.
Is that too much to ask for?

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The State of Keatsian Drunkenness Shall I wish or perish, Keats, In your remembrances? I saw closed doors with black ribbons of your choice And heard laces humming late hyms. The cold winter races up to the moon forever. Yet in all times do I find you, warm as wine and fever; Only in death does ice on ice grow like a tree. Draw on me; divine me, I wait at the threshold, eager to be called in. Yet. Yet, you speak only in riddles. Malachites and mirrors do adorn your windows, Why don't you let me through too? I saw those fences in mourning; Alabaster-clad winds and alcoholic fire – Your friends in desire. Drown me in a cup of hot chocolate, Smother me with poetry. Is that too much to ask for? #poetry #literature #words #creative #keats #poem #nanziedragon

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This Flame is Not Mine

Bright lights would perish, all of a sudden.
Those that persevere, ember to ember, flame to flame, shall remain.

Erebus shall dine on light, night after night.
You and I, we shall keep adding coal to this fire.

Gorging on corpses, Nekhbet saw afar a tomb-
Painted grey and red, darling I knew it was yours.

“Hide it from her eyes”, you said.
I stood bemused: “Are you a better lover or her?”, I asked.

Soul withers; alas, were you too bright?
I counted the pebbles nigh yon Nile amid your bones, teeth, etc.

Adieu to your flame, I said;
Along with life, death and other things.

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Skhizein Phrēn

Find me in an ocean falling for pearls;

Drowning for memories, falling for pearls ..

Build me an ocean yonder that sea..

Build me all that I’ve left unseen..

Find me the memories, garish and gay;

Deranged in misery, arranged in may.

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Elven Desires – The Night

Elven folks might know
That nights don’t always
End like this.

Forever and Ever
Winding like a stairwell
Straight from infinity
And yon.

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Triste Infiniment

 

You and I, we’re infinite;

Hence it is fated that we’d never meet.

Parallel in universes 

Parted by mindsets,

United by tristesse infinie. 

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T/N : Triste Infiniment : Infinitely Sad ; Tristesse infinie: Infinite sadness / melancholy

Numb words: un-…

Numb words: un-uttered and cold; Dreamless in the wake of crimson darkness.
My alter ego has left this altar; time to extinguish the flame.

– Me ( Nandini Pradeep J )

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Pain..Blinding…

Pain..Blinding pain.
I may not be able to explain it but I shall revel in it, with all my senses scintillating in its glorious riot.

– Me  ( Nandini Pradeep J )

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