This Is Not A Poem

This Is Not A Poem long poem

This is not a poem but a misunderstood flower,
Lost on a platform where the trains only go into autumn.
This is not a poem but a dilapidated city,
Where no one will ever again remember to hum.

This is not a poem but a toy on a voyage to a land,
Where there are no children.
This is not a poem but a museum of statues,
Whose hearts are all broken.

This is not a poem but a spider lost in a web so large,
He may never weave dreams again.
This is not a poem but an umbrella which occasionally,
Comes alive only to cry in the rain.

This is not a poem but a trove of diamonds,
Sealed in with dried blood.
This is not a poem but a lullaby digging,
To come out from beneath the mud.

This is not a poem but the confessions of a gun,
Leaning in an abandoned box.
This is not a poem but the restless rustling of a suitcase,
Full of orphaned frocks.

This is not a poem but a ballet dancer
Dancing in a field of land mines.
This is not a poem but the ashes,
Of a springtime of dragonflies.

This is not a poem but a broken mirror doing its obligation,
Of reflecting the world’s pains.
This is not a poem but the chronicles of a paradise lost,
Of an Eden’s remains.

This is not a poem but a swan sailing out to heal,
The world when it cries in it’s sleep.
This is not a poem but a necklace of nectar,
Out to sweeten the tears of grief.

This is not a poem but an armada of paper boats,
Setting out with it’s cargo of reveries.
This not a poem but a but an ocean of butterflies,
Ushering in the tides of peace.

This is not a poem…

This poem is part of the Poetry Book “Twenty Poems of Light and Longing: Rabbit HOLE calling

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Always wide eyed with wonder, prone to reveries and restless with an inexplicable yearning to create ever since he was a little boy, Jay wrote his first poem when he was six. He discovered the ore of his creative endeavors in the writings of his sister from which everything else originated, in attics filled with vanilla smelling old books, in savoring the classics and in intricate poems of Wordsworth and William Blake inlaid with rhyme…. His poems have snuck under editorial radars and appeared in global anthologies, magazines, newspapers and online journals. He also runs an idea shop called the Centre of Gravity, draws cartoons, directs animated short films and conceptualizes communication campaigns. All of which originate from the same artery of poetic longing that destiny charmed into his soul.
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Swathi Rao
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But, this is a very nice poem, no doubts! Well captured moments, to describe the thread of life.

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