Poetry: “Rainwater” + “Written and Read”


Her gentle whims and raw, unuttered thought

The mischances and misadventures of summertime subtlety

She sipped on delicate discernment,

And she met mornings with the mess of a masterpiece.

The strange madness that settled within her,

Pursed lips and flushed cheeks

She spoke of sweet nothings,

Of the aftertaste of empty utterances

The sought after word of a woman that threatened her art,

For she took what kills and let it revive her,

She sought out the flood in a forest fire

Doused in the deafening curiosity that soaked into her skin

That left a cataclysm in her reason,

That breached her apperception

And ate away at her aspirations.

She was drenched in rainwater redemption

In the quiet hush of traveled vulnerability

And swallowed hesitation,

She was the storm.

Written And Read

She was reckless, a poised adornment of peculiar pleasantries

The clack of her heel heavy, as she wandered that of an empty thoroughfare

A mimicry of her inconsistent mind, for her revelations walked with her.

She longed for sweet solace, barefoot to bear yet another restless notion

She donned dried typewriter ink as she wrote of a narrative unlike her own

For you may ask her, why her words chronicle such strange curiosity

You may ask her why she’d spin a spiel that did not speak of her individuality

And to that she would tell you, that her fiction was written to incite inquisition

To make you question,

All that she has come to inspire

To make you listen,

To all that she has left to say.

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Originally published at anisanasir.com on July 17, 2018.