Deadwood
written by: Jaya Abraham
Much like the pause
Between the lines of a poem
Much like the thoughtless steps
Of a woman in the kitchen
The deadwood of a day
Floats by, not mourned.
Whom did I love today
Whom did I annihilate
In whose fathomless sorrow
Did my drowning oars sob,
The deadwood of a day
Floats by, not mourned.
Whose hearth is ashen today
Whose cradle is empty
In whose sullen dreams
Did the stars catch fire,
The deadwood of a day
Floats by, not mourned
Dr. Jaya Abraham is from India and teaches economics and statistics in Abu Dhabi University. Her interests include writing poems and translation of English poems. She writes poetry as the expression of her response to the world around her. Her work has been published in many online portals. In addition to writing poetry, she is also interested in green and mindful living.
Latest posts by Jaya Abraham (see all)
- Insights - July 12, 2024
- Deadwood - August 10, 2023
- Remembering Names - April 21, 2023
