Inside the rented room,
muslin curtains
deepen the dusk—
the dying rays of sunshine
slant inside
through the translucent pores.

Eyes half-closed,
she looks around the place
she has lived for seven years—
so tiny, so decrepit, so gloomy.

The dim light plays
in the warm air—
red-brown, like tobacco dust.

She sees nothing
but the rickety furniture,
crumbling walls,
a dilapidated life.

The thick books
of mathematics and poetry
look like a medley
of grey and gold.

From outside comes
the muffled cawing of crows
among the simal trees.

In the red-brown haze,
floating beneath the waves—
calm, serious, melancholy—
her throat swells with a sigh,
weeping, hiding her face
in her palms, she surrenders—
seven years of yearning,
seven years of writing.

Now the evening shadows fall—
the sun, low on the skyline,
shines through the curtains—
a mere flickering brightness,
as if hummingbirds shed
their wings in flight.

The night chills,
she clings to her blanket,
sighs louder, longer;
her scratching of the pen—
its ice-cold nib nibbling on her heart—
lingers in prolonged vibrations
against the dampness of the night.


Poetry by Yayāti
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Written on 2019-07-10 at 14:16

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
I loved reading this several times, each time seeing it from a different perspective.

What a wealth of images, for the reader to recreate in his/her own mind, of the evening light through the muslin (I love muslin!) and the crows. The grey and gold of the mathematics and poetry! Superb!

Then the bleakness of the life this unnamed woman is living, wrings out of the heart a reciprocal feeling, of melancholy, of frustration of seven years of writing. Will it ever emerge as a masterpiece? Or will it one day be consigned to the dump along with the rickety furniture and the dilapidated life?

These are all the thoughts and emotions which this poem evoked in me. A masterful piece of writing, which can tell the reader so much and leave them to construct the rest.
I love this site because I can read work like this and see what can be aspired to.

- Marie

Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
A nigh-flawless, extended image! I applauded (your very nearly excellent effort) nevertheless.


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm with Tom. Nicely done, Bibek.

You are showing us how it's done! Bravissimo! Applauded, bookmarked, and read with profoundest gratitude.