A Poem by Prageeta Sharma: ‘Irresistible Contentment’

I’m speaking my approach again to the poem’s turnand the place it would lie exterior my skirted physique,a corded place the place bluish sky paints my consideration,and empties itself right into a golden silence—with out speak or sound. Phrases now feelperversely sentient and but devilishlywrong. Each evening I speak with the hopethat speech itself will burn meits one true alphabet.Nonetheless, morning’s magicalways appears to be like opaque becausea stronger feeling replacedthe lesser one, and the rightnessmust attain the poem’s hearted centerso that I’m led to what may bea plateau of nested adjustments, somethingirresistible, these letters of gold, perhaps anew.This poem is from Prageeta Sharma’s new e-book, Onement Gained.