Movement

Movement

A Poem by Anarda Nashai
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Here is a poem I wrote after reading a collection of poetry by Sonia Sanchez. I wrote this when I was a freshman in high school (over fifteen years ago)...so be gentle!

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clear for poetic whispers

the air

be that color tonight

there is a rejuvenating stroke

through the texture of your words

familiar and comforting

...finally

an echo from some other source

than the crevices of my crowded brain

your texture

on this ten grown seventy

the thunder and lightening

i've been hearing but has stopped

since i've found you

i've heard them clear:

life is dreaming painfully, hands bleeding, eyes tightening...

gee...it's funny

i share your soprano sky

i am it's burn't black and misty blue

and like you...

my skin has been stirred

not shaken

stirred and ripped

yet to my stinging tears

i shall not awaken

so anyway...

just so you know

the color of my every hour

changes like seeds of dust in the rain

and for you

clear is tonights gratitude

regardless of yesterday and tomorrow

thank you.

 

-Anarda Nashai

author of Despondent

check out my website at:

www.anardanashai.webs.com

© 2008 Anarda Nashai


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surreal descriptions, i feel i stepped into a salvador dali painting, i'm a bit more norman rockwell and wyeth myself so while i may feel out of place, i can still appreciate the labor of the art. i often wonder why people write cryptic descriptions as new expression when the whole of human sensory can be moved to laugh or weep or rage with common experience. i suppose i am a poet for those who do not like poetry but long to be touched by a kindred spirit. i do not strive for originality but for understanding the common ties that bind. but it is nice to read something different in the mix as this, thank you for sharing, blessings of peace and love.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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There are some really incredible lines in this. It is cryptic but not as hard for me to identify with as it was for the previous commenter. Perhaps because I used to write so cryptically myself. Not so much anymore. I, like the person before me find the common and conversational more connecting. But never the less. This poem shows glimpses of brillrence.

Posted 12 Years Ago


a very pure expression here... beautiful flow and language (rhythm)... thank you for sharing

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

surreal descriptions, i feel i stepped into a salvador dali painting, i'm a bit more norman rockwell and wyeth myself so while i may feel out of place, i can still appreciate the labor of the art. i often wonder why people write cryptic descriptions as new expression when the whole of human sensory can be moved to laugh or weep or rage with common experience. i suppose i am a poet for those who do not like poetry but long to be touched by a kindred spirit. i do not strive for originality but for understanding the common ties that bind. but it is nice to read something different in the mix as this, thank you for sharing, blessings of peace and love.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Loved the progression of the whole poem. The description was also great. Good job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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this is very well done - hard to believe you were so young when you wrote it !!! Kudos - original language, a nice flow.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Anarda Nashai
Anarda Nashai

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Greetings!!! I'm Anarda Nashai, a poet and fiction writer. A DC native, I love all things to do with creative writing, Italy and chocolate. As a research associate for nonprofit organizations, I a.. more..

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