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 8 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 5 Years Ago


Beautiful word choices
Excellent unique writing!


Posted 8 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 8 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 8 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 8 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 8 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 8 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 9 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 9 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 9 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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