#abstractpoetry
The moon is a bruised lantern leaking clocks,
its silver tears pooling on the rooftops of sleeping cities.
Rivers crawl upward, dragging their reflections behind them,
as if the sky itself demanded a ransom for the stars.
The horizon folds like wet origami, screaming in color,
folds of crimson, violet, and molten gold
stretching beyond the memory of my eyes.
Shadows bloom teeth where flowers should be,
biting at the ankles of wandering dreams.
Branches twist like the spines of forgotten books,
their leaves whispering secrets I cannot remember.
Clouds fracture into paper swans, drifting on invisible currents,
each carrying the sigh of a world I never touched.
And I, absurd and incandescent,
drink eternity from the fracture,
sip by trembling sip,
until my reflection wavers
and the moon blinks in sympathy,
as if it too is learning to bleed time.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
a lover stands alone
as a child sitting on my sink
with razors for knuckles
and sweats for centavos,
all bloodied and rusty stained-
a pretender in a young woman’s clothes.
this must be the act of loving:
to tire oneself in waiting
to still in refrain
while all quiet and never opposing
an uncertain kind that caves you open
from a touch to another.
too strange to weigh,
there’s a difficulty in strangeness.
how does one cry for a name that wishes
not to pronounce in the slightest.
the rest in reticence, the paused between compliance.
who are you in the look of a lovelorn child?
Jan 12, 2023
Jan 12, 2023 at 12:54 PM UTC
Moments
Of a lifetime
In a lifetime
Passing
Like traffic
Blurred or sharp
Forgotten or framed
Valued
Hoarded
Lost
Over-ripened
Preserved
For a lifetime
Through a lifetime
Moments
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
Broken scuttled thing
I am not
Extension becoming of you
fervor toy
Begotten of you
for you
Because me
and you
Unscupper’d cavern
my mind
Blanks before you
Untimely departures
demand becoming
Wings burn slowly with the night
My wintergreen hands uncupp’d
Beholden to the penance.
-2020-
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 1:24 AM UTC
Lost for words yet again
1:24am still awake
Head filled with screams
Laughter following
Hounds on a fox hunt
Looking for a sign
Where the rabbit tracks start
Tumbleweeds rolling
Maybe if I keep listening
I’ll finally hear that poetic voice
The shy one
Only speaking when it’s had enough
When silence becomes its enemy
Provoking embers into flames
I’ll continue to jot down
Asking if it has anything to say
Alcohol anonymous meetings
Share your feelings
The reasons for your actions
Pass when you don’t feel like it
Somethings got to give
Please just say something to me
Anything
Even if it is
Another suicide note
We can’t carry out
Deaths not a fast food restaurant
We simply wait for a table
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC
Time .
One of the slowest ,
yet fastest things I know .
Having the ability to pass in a second
while also having the strength to stop and drag along .
I hate time .
Especially when all my
time is spent
waiting on others .
It’s like time is just idling ,
lagging ,
falling farther and farther behind .
until it becomes nothing ,
nothing but a clock with no hands ,
all because of a decision .
I decided to spend all of my time just waiting,
standing by without cause because
time was on hold .
but if I only knew what pausing time would do.
Leaving me w the feeling of being lost and confused .
Maybe then I would have just pressed play
even if that meant I had to play by myself
at least time would have been pressed
to move along .
instead of yearning for
company .
Imagine passing through infinity ..
How lonely that would be .
To never have anyone to tell my dreams ?
That would not be an ideal fantasy .
Yet time is forced ,
with me in the passenger seat ,
to break itself down .
Demanded to spend half of itself alone.
Completely cloaked
Half in radiant light
Half in soul ******* darkness
But always
ALL alone .
What would this world be without time ?
The world would be me .
Alone yet free .
Alone but free .
But being alone and free
is for eternity
not for me .
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
The winds,
the cyclones,
the glaciers of life...
in the cluster of day-to-day happenings...
Sun shines and Sun sets..
becoming a true friend
and a divine dictator
a super sarcasm..
for the Supreme has always pampered
and caressed my impermanence
with a hug so cozy and full of blissful silence..
making me realize..
the undefined in the crust of my abstract life..
-- Published and Copyright work by Rashmi Pitre
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC