Across the Table

With this particular piece, my goal was to create imagery that was both vivid and vague at the same time. Creating imagery is possibly one of my favorite parts about writing poetry or writing in general, really. I find that poetry has the ability to convey imagery in a way that prose cannot. Perhaps its the rhythm, or maybe I'm just a tiny bit biased since I really do enjoy reading poetry more than I do prose.

While writing this I attempted to create a sense of the fantastical. I enjoy writing poems that evoke concepts of fantasy and magic, that transport you to worlds that are up to your imagination and/or interpretation of the piece. I do hope you enjoy reading this piece, I definitely had fun writing it! Leave me a comment and let me know what you think!

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There is a place

Across the table

Where the night

Sky melts Orange

Into the

Cold bruised Snow

And they stand

Elf-like with

Twinkle in hand

For they know,

For they know

Why the spring lies

Dead in the

Ashen pool of

Star drawn lust

Where my breath

Meets the road—

Where my breath

Meets the road—

Where my breath

Meets the road

Where my toes

Rest bathed by

The windy winter

Souls till they're

Whole till they're

Whole till they're

Whole no more

Than the carcasses

Of time well

Spent—moments

So cherished—

I dream in

Their presence—

I dream in

their presence—

I dream in

Their presence

For they're

Light as the

Sun never knew,

Churning out

Some sonneting

Birds by the

Second and the

Second—

Tick, and tick,

Tick tick tick,

Click? —Click?— Click?

They like picnicking laughter,

Bad dreams at times

And good dreams with bad

Times.

© 2018 Shreya Venkataraghavan