A wreath of words
left at my doorstep
carefully constructed,
etymologically accurate,
curiously indecipherable,
asemic in its essence;
erudite with concentric circles
of meaning,
a preponderance
beyond my grasp
that like a sting
sets my mind aflame:
formless holograms leave me
dreaming in decasyllables.
Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer from India. She loves experimenting with all forms of the written word and has found her niche in Japanese short-forms and found poetry. Some of her poems have recently appeared in Eunoia Review, Infinity’s Kitchen, The Rain, Party, & Disaster Society, Work to a Calm, Oddball Magazine, ATOMIC Poetry Journal, and The Other Bunny. She is also the founding editor of the literary & arts journal, Sonic Boom.