Writing with a broken nib

Original poetry blog by Noor

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@horselessjockey and I decided to collaborate with each other in writing poetry and this wonderful dilemma surfaced :)

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The Favourite

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The Familiar One

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FLOWERS

28.04.21

He plucked all those wild flowers for me-

one by one,

Some from the hills,

And, some from the meadows,

Also, the shy ones that bloomed quietly in the shadows,

He gathered them all, and brought them to me-

‘How nice of a gesture!’ -I exclaimed as I received-

After he left, I sat alone with the bunch;

I kept staring at them, my mind started having a hunch-

'Why do the petals don’t smell, as if, made of concrete?

And why do the leaves feel so coarse against my skin?

Why are the stems as hard as wrought iron?

Is this really a bouquet of lies?

Or, is it all a distortion of my own?’

-A Broken Nib