Catalyst by Chriselle Fernandes


Art by Morris Kantor

Catalyst

I

moon

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.

Note:

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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