Dysphagia

All plants faded a disert garden is born,
My mansion has glasses all broken,
My mind in disarray of smithereens,
Incorrect refraction multiple rainbows.
Rag uniforms oscillate time markers,
Tear soaked uniforms of dysphagia,
Blur the smell of taste . And unreal.

A muff cannot know the pulses societal,
How can he be a writer then?

I write yet, like the way I breathe,
I use vile language and perish,
A glow worm writes poems temporal
Twinkles into darkness ephemeral,
The garden mind of mine fades again,
I cannot see the Nature dressed!
Yet the breeze carries exotic fragrance
Of opium to put me in sedation.
My mind has romantic wanderings
Which bubbles into mystic poetry.
Moth-eaten frame of my mind will fall,
And a future genius may catch it.

Surely harrowed is my past,
Let me die in future to be popular
Tears make dysphagia. I die
The poet in me becomes eternal.

— U K Atiyodi, Feb 06, 2010

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Critiques

Arrow

16 years 3 months ago

I thought the ending was strong and

that you have some very strong images (desert garden, writer as glow worm). The title doesn't work well for me. I know the meaning and understand what you're getting at but the word seems oddly used in the poem. I thought stanza 3 was stronger and clearer than stanza 1. Stanza 1 holds some problems for me: *First, desert blooms are often very vivid but I had the idea the first stanza was about bleakness and despair. However, I'm not sure because then you talk about shattered glass and refracted light and rainbows are also colorful and life-affirming. If you are setting us up for the end, i.e., the life-affirming quality of the eternal poet maybe you could make it clearer. *The last line of this stanza is rather abrupt and awkward. And is it unreal? Perceptions are often a matter of consensus, not reality, anyway - and notoriously slippery. All in all I found this a compelling poem. I hope we all find our eternal poet to sustain us through the bleakness and ugliness of life.