Jim's advice inspired me to write this one.

Alabaster Sylvia

a life of white aprons
& doctor’s bills

you, a lonely neon light,
bright as the head of a tulip

sad-faced, broken-down
rust-embracing soul

feebly moving fingers
on ribboned typewriter

the sad tictacking
of gloomy poesy

fat words strung
in perfect meter

wheezing threats,
in a shrill gaiety

my lovely, my Sylvia
walk out of that door

run, run into the sun
in that melancholy apron

faintly smelling of yesterday’s
cigarettes & anesthesia

look above
the smiling octopus

rays, waving like tentacles
caressing your brain

touch it, touch it with
jagged edge of certainty

speak out, scream
till voice becomes blood

one day, someone will take
your pain & make it

an alabaster statue
of modernity

Bibek Adhikari

Poetry by Bibek
Read 231 times
Written on 2016-11-19 at 04:09

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Every single stanza is a gem. This one is definitely going into my favorites. You are a poet!

Oh, marvelous! There are so many phrases that are wonderfully apt, "sad tictacking of poesy," "shrill gaiety" -- yes, very well done.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
You are a student of poetry, indeed, and you have done what I wasn't sure could be done, treated her with the respect she deserves.

I wish Professor Eliot could see this. He would nod, I can see him, and be pleased, as am I.