On the phone I
said I felt like my Dad and she said he was a good man to feel like
and it was then that I felt the air rip
from my lungs in a Euro Tunnel rush
of everything I wanted to say but never
Through the wall I heard someone throwing up
and I thought that sick sounds different
when being spat up into a toilet bowl;
after the splashes have subsided into something more delicate
comes the ceramic whisper of the drinks you should've
bought instead of the shots you downed in
an attempt to get with the other sex.
Under the door came the shadow of
a waiting hand ready to knock, one that belonged
to someone I knew but not well enough
to let it, so I hung up the phone
and took a deep breath, catching back
the breath I had lost originally.
Ananya Dhawan is an avid reader and writes poetry and stories in her spare time, which reflects her deep fascination for Literature. She has a cheerful disposition, believes in living each moment to the fullest and shows keen interest in the sensitive side of life.
Wake up to sunrise
you put me in a vase
you’re my water
Usually I’m poppy seeds
scattered for the birds
Bring me sunflowers
to illuminate my plain room
A lover picks me sunflowers
we eat their seeds
count many petals
my Van Gogh ear can’t hear
a bird free sky
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Bring Me Sunflowers is
a poem from Michael Brown’s new collection of poems entitled The Exhibit. Michaels’s collection puts
humans emotions on display. It is a book between two cities- Cambridge and
Manchester – with detours via wax museums and planetariums. It brings down the
Berlin Wall and challenges censorship in Iran; reveals the love of gay marriage
and has conversations with Alexander McQueen, Damien Hirst and Sylvia Plath.
Michael Brown’s poems seek to put our most intense feelings
on display, sharing our common experiences and observing humanity standing on
the outside looking in.