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Catalyst by Chriselle Fernandes

Art by Morris Kantor




over lonely nights and

numerous afterthoughts,

lingering in reflection over

diligently cast balloons

bursting into tiny little diamonds,

wasteful, vain in the oblivious sky. I shut my eyes

and reminiscence, about yesterday,

as if it were, eons ago, with an unopened book in hand,

while winter sets in my cup of un-kissed coffee,

dry, pale, icy enough to

wake the Blake in my bones.


In short, the poem is about writing again after several failures

About the poet:

Chriselle Fernandes is a writer, poet and educator in Shimla, India. You can find some of her work on @jitterbugsjargon


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