Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

I will survive, like I always do… I’m down and out but still about My silent wounds still do shout My energy is sapped but will lives I may be tired yet ask, ‘what gives?’ In adverse tides, I learned to lay low In kinder instances, I learned to grow …

On A rain sodden morn Under stormy overcast grey skies the winds are ominous, moaning, yelping, and shrieking their path through the statuesque pines howling and unleashing their onslaught Image – Will Swann via unsplash This poem has been written in a reverse nonet format. A nonet is a relatively …

  If I speak now, would you hear me? Would you really listen, cock an ear And put down your paper, turn to me And ask, ‘what is it? I’m all ears.’ If I speak now, would you look at me? Would you look at me, raise an eyebrow Smile …