
PENNED IN INK, THE PARAGRAPHS DRAFTED IN PROSE & PRONOUNS
Prose & Pronouns
I always composed verses in poetry. Ever since I could conjure the memory of my youth. Where the sentences sounded like music. Penned in ink, the paragraphs I drafted in prose and pronouns and sometimes with crayons. With narrated undulation, I could speak through the ballads of trial and recollect. Overcome with words that murmured like sonnets and every breathing moment smelled like choruses.
I remained diffident for sure. Learned to counterfeit the confidence for a very, very long time, the assured demeanour, to muster up the courage, I carried like armour. But in the interim, while all breath lay dormant, deep in the crevices of my nocturnal routine, like a prowess, a mastery emerged out of the depth of my abdomen. Didn’t even know it existed, that it called for me repeatedly. It roared like wildcat.
“OVERCOME WITH WORDS THAT MURMURED LIKE SONNETS”
Surely enough
You will find me
In the most unexpected places
Buried in the words
Most relatable and most inconvenient
Unavailable to familiar men
Best suited at harvest-time
Like seasonal fruit
And honey dew melon
She is infrequently seen
By agreeable kind
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