The Equation of Bandages

The Equation of Bandages

A Poem by Radad Ibn Nasir

I burnt my lips on your kiss

And before this I slaved

A BEHAVED behavior

Fits of a forlorn savior

 

I darken my sight with your eyes

Implied, plight to beside

Harken light let rise

Inside the right tries

 

I numb my touch to your feel

Scuffed heel on stuck gum

Appeal struck dumb

Broken senseless drum

 

I thought your voice to my ears

As years of choice clocked

Tears from what I hear

Blocked voice in a box.

 

I exhale your scent from my memories

Breath rent fragile energies

Yet the squeeze meant

A Nail in the fence of sensories.

 

I freeze my blood with your heart

Dubbed it an art

These aren’t passages

But bandages of lost parts.

© 2013 Radad Ibn Nasir


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Radad Ibn Nasir
Deep processing.

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deep longing.
your words serve a subtle intensity and spark insight that flames with passion.
it is not my favorite to play favorites because the entire piece is so smooth but these lines stunned me, in a great way

I exhale your scent from my memories

Breathe rent fragile energies

Yet the squeeze meant

A Nail in the fence of sensories.



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is dark and sad and abstract, while at the same time viscerally exposing your longing and suffering, waiting and hope and coping.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Beautiful word choices
Excellent unique writing!


Posted 12 Years Ago


deep longing.
your words serve a subtle intensity and spark insight that flames with passion.
it is not my favorite to play favorites because the entire piece is so smooth but these lines stunned me, in a great way

I exhale your scent from my memories

Breathe rent fragile energies

Yet the squeeze meant

A Nail in the fence of sensories.



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is absolutely beautiful, even in its darkness and sadness it draws on the heartstrings... and amazing and extremely talented piece of work

Posted 12 Years Ago


Yes, abstract yet straight-forward. This is way powerful.
Every stanza has its unique identity to the one the speaker talks about. My favorite stanza: I exhale your scent from my memories
Breath rent fragile energies
Yet the squeeze meant
A Nail in the fence of sensories.
Excellent.


Posted 12 Years Ago


THIS IS JUST AWESOME. IN THIS POEM YOU HAVE SUCH A UNIQUE WAY OF PLAY WITH WORDS. ENJOYED THIS ONE TO THE FULLEST!

Posted 12 Years Ago


a kiss is bliss - what you unleashed here is the addiction of some kisses - the highs and the lows when missed...i admire your process - complex and simple all at once - abstract yet straight forward -

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

'bandages of lost parts' was my favorite line. Considering im out of it and something stood out to me is really good. means this is a good poem! -flops- sorry, i am exhausted though. i'll probably have to re-read it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I loved the beginning line of each stanza...each one so profound "I numb my touch to your feel"..."I darken my sight with your eyes"..excellent...keep processing!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Appeal fucked dumb

Broken senseless drum


I exhale your scent from my memories

These aren’t passages

But bandages of lost parts.


This is so moving and powerful. I always like your stuff! 100 from me.


Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on November 14, 2010
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Tags: Senses, See, Touch< taste, smell, human, feelings, understand, real, lost, found, bandages, art, math

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Radad Ibn Nasir
Radad Ibn Nasir

Youngstown, OH



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