2 poems – Megha Sood

A thief called grief

Grief always find its way
like the water under the door
an anxious child lost in the maze
seeping quietly to places unknown
it will sink and seep in your soul
evade you at times.
You cannot force tears of joy
like a thief
a house abandoned,
sand slipping through the fingers
my eyes have run dry
every loss leaves an impression
sometimes the grief is dichotomous
like the balloons slipped through
those tiny fingers
a loss intermixed with wonder.

3. Invisible

You have left long before the last spring
a dying songbird in my hand
reminds me of the broken prayer
once we were.
I still find pieces of your
broken memories, shards
lodged in me
pulling out your claws from my supple body
pieces and sieved with pain,
my pain impaled on the stars in the nightly sky.
Pain shines brightly in the darkness
this pulverized pain
reminds me broken pieces I foraged together
to make a whole of me.
the painstaking process of keeping this soul together
when like a hungry vulture
you are shredding and scraping bits of me
sometimes I think you scooped
and carved out the light out of me
This loneliness,
this ache in my bones
stripped of light
the pain feels different in darkness than in light
like a million feathers burning
still not leaving soot
Your existence in me in invisible
this pain is invisible.

 

Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, Free Verse Revolution, Whisper and the Roar, Poets Corner and contributing editor at Ariel Chart.
Her 290+ works have been featured in 521 Magazine #Sideshow, Oddball, Pangolin review, Fourth and Sycamore, Paragon Press, Royal Rose, Visitant Lit, Quail Bell, Modern Literature, Visual Verse, Dime show review, Nightingale and Sparrow, Piker Press and many more. Her works have been anthologized in  “We will not be silenced” by Indie Blu(e) Publishing, (“All the Lonely people”, Blank Paper Press) and upcoming in 12 other anthologies by US, Australian and Canadian Press. Her poem “Survivor” was selected for the “Survival is Insufficient” series by the Jersey City Writers as part of the event sponsored by the National Endowment of Arts.

She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. She blogs at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/.

A tree as a protest Art

 

Breathtaking Moody and Mysterious Forest Photography by Dylan Furst #photography #forest #nature #travel #instagram

 

we talk in circles and to anyone
they shout, ‘just get to the point already’
when none of them studied geometry
or physics or Wordsworth or expectation
you expect poetry to greet you like an old friend
so, i will be friendly for the sake of the words we are spilling
you ask me how the research is going
i reply i am learning to code
which is not just a defense mechanism
but also, boxes i bought from target
for all the things that refused to burn
men were never given journals
a sacred place to whisper
secrets into
diaries with little locks and little keys
maybe that is why this is so hard for you
to speak coherently, so the words drip down your face instead
i’ve learned so many new languages
strange to speak this one again
you are not scientist but can you at least appreciate
how unlikely and precious our meeting is
the stars still have tricks up their sleeves
are they trying to make a fool out of me?
of course, i had a plan for this recurrence
but now my axis are so out of sync i forget
you tell me volcanic soil is the most fertile
so then
why did you leave?
//
let’s plant a tree, here at our common ground
it will grow and lay roots deeper than we could
it will protest the distance, the hatred, the resentment
as we hurtle away
one day a young girl will lay under its shade and listen
to our traditional stories and laugh
at how simple a morning could be
let us make sure there will still be trees
let us make sure there will still be air to breathe
let us be absolutely sure in the incomplete
we could dance through life knowing we left a battleground clean
let us welcome flowers and animals to choose this place to retreat
our bitterness will only make the fruit that much more sweet
let us have one last conversation please please, please

Adeline Fecker

Adeline Fecker is a biology student at the University of Oregon Clark Honors College. She has previously been published in the Journal of Wild Culture and Ephemera Literary Magazine. When she is not writing, she can be found dissecting zebrafish brains in the Oregon Institute of Neuroscience or tutoring undergraduate chemistry. Currently, she is working towards her thesis on the influence of sensory conditions on Autism related social behavior and neurophysiology. She lives in Portland, Oregon.