Someone left a pen… poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster
On the forsaken
table of a restaurant, Zwarte Ruiter,
Starbucks, Willy’s Bar,
someone left a pen for me.
Someone left
a feather, a note scribbled
in a language illegible
along the stony pavements of a dome,
Milan, Rome, Koln.
Someone left a page,
flash of a naked conch shell on an abandoned shore,
Den Haag, Bremenhaven, Southampton.
Someone waited for me
at night in the garden on a white bench naked,
naked like a white cat
facing the listless sheen of a green pond.
Someone left an email address,
a card, a name on a scrap of paper
in a city bus, or anguish
on the screeching brakes of an underground train.
Someone kissed my dark eyes
in sleep as she laid her silvery head
on my shoulder, a book in her hand –
midsummer night’s dream.
Someone left warmth
of a Sun from her lungs,
a warm mouth, zaika of a scented tongue,
Dutch, Deutsch, English, French.
Someone offered a bottle of wine,
a cigarette, twig of cannabis,
pod of a familiar fragrance
aroma of a forgotten paradise,
whiff of wet warmth of a burning bush.
Someone left a pen
on the palpable table of my travels
I leaned
to pick it up
and place it
in the black bag of my memory.
