the molting of night skin

Posted: September 1, 2018 in Uncategorized, writings
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anu hampi sunset

hampi © Anuradha Prasad 2018

Under my night skin, what lies awake?

If I were to shed it like the snake that
lets go so easily its skin,
the peacocks that drop their feathers,
the butterfly that loses its very self

What would be left?

A blank slate.

Must I start again, then?

Must I gather more nights,
allow stars, cosmic dust, the moon
to seep into my skin, my bones,
my heart, my soul. Once again,
to sing a new song of the same night?

Or should I gather days of scorching sun,
cerulean skies, fluffy clouds dissipating,
to create a new song, so unfamiliar in its
shades, its colors, its shapes, its voice,
so warm, so very day?

But me.

I am the night.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

  1. Very nice. What do you enjoy most about Anuradha Prasad’s poems?

    • zennfish says:

      Ummm, I am Anuradha Prasad!? I don’t know if i enjoy my poems but I write them because they are just one way of expressing myself. They allow me to speak in layers the bare bones of existence.

  2. My apologies Anuradha, all this time I assumed you were sharing someone else’s poems. My goodness I thought Zennfish was your alias name and Anuradha Prasad was your favourite poet. Thank you for clearing things up for me. As to your response to my inquiry, are you implying that you don’t enjoy re-reading your poems?

    • zennfish says:

      🙂 I am glad that’s sorted. I do enjoy reading some of my poems, not all of them, and only after a few weeks of writing them when it allows me distance and it is no longer ‘mine’.

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