Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Abysm-----3WW


Envelope
Negligible
Resent

Abysm---Sonnet

Beyond cure, I am irrational to past care,
envelopes of tomes hide heart's history.
Concocting negligible style every where
providing with tales of untold misery

I stay reproached, fixated to my content.
in philosophical abysm, I hurl all care,
no real excuses for all that I truly resent-
lone moments have crinkles engraved there.

Has nature too joined in to distress me-
notably uncaring every thing that grows
from those festers of agony that no can see;
nevertheless insisting we must not be foes.

Is it viable to put up with it that way-
so all thrive, I am yet again cast away?

23 comments:

Steve said...

Sometimes you simple amaze me with your shear brilliance

Ces said...

Now who else could have written a poem about abysm? You are a word warrior Gautami.

iamnasra said...

It feel like that ...Many thanks for sharing with us ur thoughts.. a gentle reminder on LIP, I know its taking me so long but with all what we had down here ..we are getting back to normal after the cyclone

sage said...

wow--Bone hasn't his words up very long--good job!

Rose Dewy Knickers said...

I love the opening line, it shows a person unable to move away from the edge.

Hope you are doing well and are refreshed after your break.

Rose

xo

Finn said...

Nice sonnet; well done.

Michele sent me today!

homo escapeons said...

I genuinely wish that I had
"no real excuses for all that I truly resent" for they are legion.

However all of my disdain for the injustice in this ridiculous world is "beyond cure."

Methinks that the Lady dost protest with stylish lucidity.

ozymandiaz said...

this one is tough
half tongue twister
half heart twister

gautami tripathy said...

steve: writing poetry sometimes comes natural!

ces: I do struggle at times.

nasra: Do take care. Cyclones never do us any good.

sage: Sonnets tend to flow from me!
and those words struck a chord!

rose: I have had this kind of feeling all day long today.

finn: Thanks for the visit.

h.e.: One has to do everythin in style!

ozymandiaz: In a way, yes it is.

Gay said...

I hurl all care,
no real excuses for all that I truly resent-
lone moments have crinkles engraved there

You say so much, leave so much to ponder.

--Gay

floots said...

when i feel like that i confess that i reach for the open air
or the vodka
rather than a pen
well done

Shelby said...

with much thought . . .

polona said...

you really excel at sonnets.
what feelings!

annie said...

i love the fullness of your word choices...i'm so glad i discovered great writers like you through 3ww.

pia said...

Truly leaves much to ponder

Manky said...

This is soooo good. And to think I'd never have read it if it weren't for 3WW. You have a gift with words.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

another wonderful poem -- no, I haven't given up on my attempt to write a sonnet -- some day it will finish. :)

xinher said...

I'm envious of sonnet writers and yours was excellent.

TC said...

no real excuses for all that I truly resent-

This line got me.

I think this is true for most of us: why do we resent what we do? There aren't excuses for it... it just is.

Bone said...

Well, TC stole my comment. That was my favorite line, too.

I tried a poem this week, as well.

Clockworkchris said...

A few lines really hit home with me, " I hurl all care " and " festers of agony that no can see." This is a great poetic use of the words.

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

You truly did this well.

A Tag Along Traveler said...

ok so one disadvanage of being late on yours...Gay and TC totally nailed it! I agree with them! wow. always amazing!