Emotion Triumphs Over Form

I wanted to write something

lovely, for you. Carefully

crafted, words wrapping and

flowing in an almost silent

certain sweet persuasion, a

charm to hold you, like the

small steps of a child over

sidewalk cracks. A charm I

held against the dark, like

wishing on a wishbone, star

or birthday candles (I did,

so many times) to hold you.

Oh hell.

And it’s all gone smash, or if it hasn’t yet, it will and sometimes
sometimes I just wonder why I even bother.

As if you cared about poetry anyway.


M.A. Mohanraj

November 21, 1996