Poem and its hunger
Do you ever realize how the body reclaims itself?
Like the dried scar from the time of birth
You only realize it's presence when you see it
The hunger reeks from your soul
And like the water from the mother's hair wrung after bath
It brings out the scented memories of something
/Pure and sublime/
We all enter a poem knowing it's hunger and come out
stripped naked of our emotions
There is always a death standing at the end of the sentence.
Not every enjambment gives meaning.
Some lines are meant to be left orphaned. Like the day they found
the old crumpled picture of my bombed city in my wallet.
We all enter a poem knowing it's hunger. Like a night feverishly trying to
find it's salvation in the open mouth of bloody dawn.
Do you ever realize how the body reclaims itself?
Like the dried scar from the time of birth
You only realize it's presence when you see it
The hunger reeks from your soul
And like the water from the mother's hair wrung after bath
It brings out the scented memories of something
/Pure and sublime/
We all enter a poem knowing it's hunger and come out
stripped naked of our emotions
There is always a death standing at the end of the sentence.
Not every enjambment gives meaning.
Some lines are meant to be left orphaned. Like the day they found
the old crumpled picture of my bombed city in my wallet.
We all enter a poem knowing it's hunger. Like a night feverishly trying to
find it's salvation in the open mouth of bloody dawn.
Megha Sood is an author at Whisper and the Roar, GoDogGoCafe, and Asst. Poetry editor at Ariel Chart and MookyChick. Over 350+ works in journals including FIVE:2: ONE, KOAN, Kissing Dynamite, etc. Featured in 35 print anthologies by the US, UK, Australian, and Canadian Press. Two-time State-level winner of the NJ Poetry Contest 2018/2019.National level finalist in Poetry Matters Prize 2019 and Pangolin Poetry Prize 2019. Finalist in the Adelaide Literary Award 2019. She tweets at @meghasood16