By Amika Sethia
exfoliating a trench of mud and silver,
bits of gold shimmered in the faint
reconciliation that burning books and
caravans tread the same path as I
when I go to hidden prairies.
soundless steps pace before me
warning me of my own shortcomings
a pause shame in sight
to the trees and rabbits,
I wither in a big city and smoking chimneys.
Nicely captured the theme.
Nice imagery you got in this piece.
I loved the use of white space after ‘pause’. The poem as whole was amazing.
Power packed. Such few lines say it all.
The last line is exceptionally strong.
Good job. Keep it up
Hey Amika! Love the imagery. I agree with Sanya, the ending is hauntingly beautiful. Looking forward to more from you :)
I like your last line. It’s a very powerful ending
Beautifully written!