Sunday, July 21, 2013

when the core rots, soul will disintegrate

painting by Andrew Wyeth 
a longing you cannot see
time to time it returns
driven by a lone tear
no one ever threw that key
a slate never wiped clean
behind that mesh
you become a stranger
no one can repair that tear
there is no room for despair
you may think the night will make me swoon
but I will wander no further before I return 
it is time to pick out the invisible nails
before I let my heart disintegrate

"a bloody path seems to be only way out
from a long journey of lies and deceits"

35 comments:

brenda w said...

Nice use of sound in this piece.

Stan Ski said...

That's a journey you don't want to take too often...

Jules said...

Knowing one can be repaired is the first step of that journey. :)

Margaret said...

Wow... what a different feel from this than I got! It is dark, lonely now that I see it through a different perspective. Nicely done.

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Tess Kincaid said...

No one ever threw that key...oh that gripped me...wonderful write, as always...

TALON said...

Oh, this is beautiful. It reverberates...

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Beautiful sad write. Thank you.
Anna :o]

Magaly Guerrero said...

So much pain. I can see the piece falling apart, and the remains melting...

Strummed Words said...

An emotional piece. Very moving...

Amber said...

Very strong emotional poem, beautifully written

Sherry Blue Sky said...

A strong poem. Time to pick out the nails and abolish the pain, my friend.

Kay said...

no, i don't think the slate can ever be wiped clean..shadows always remain..beautiful work..xx

Gillena Cox said...

interesting response to 'swoon'; wishing you a happy Sunday


much love...

izzy said...

longing yes and memories also! thanks.

Nicole PM said...

It is time to pick out the invisible nails, before...
So true, so true. Longings are so absent logic, they can become dangerous.

Helena said...

It certainly pulls you in. There is still hope there......

humbird said...

I feel energy and wisdom behind words here...let it go if it's not cooperate...refreshing write

Lisa Williams said...

Comes a time to let go of the pain, something most carry far too long. Lovely write!

WabiSabi said...

Such sadness expressed here. I enjoyed your economy of words and rhyme to keep the tension and tightness!

zanzinece said...

Ah those invisible nails... The holes they leave...
A beauty, GT : )

Anand S Unni said...

Strong poem. Wise selection of words and emotions. Gripped me in a way

oldegg said...

I hadn't read your piece before I penned mine and see we followed the same path. Those invisible nails certainly clinched your tale.

Berowne said...

Beautifully expressive; well done.

Ramesh Sood said...

Lovely Poem as always...one sits wondering...indeed..thanks Gautami for yet another treat..

RS:)

Kathe W. said...

a very hard journey indeed.

Nanka said...

An expression of regret or disappointment?? But it is definitely very passionate, expressing much grief ~ a mournful poem!

Sara McNulty said...

Written beautifully, and how amazing that it fits a number of prompts so well.

Gemma Wiseman said...

Removing those invisible nails could be a painful process in the quest for relief. Intriguing poem.

Kate Mia said...

And it could be one 2

Akila Gopalakrishnan said...

Scars remain but guess we learn to move on!

mindlovemisery said...

The writing is absolutely gorgeous and the emotions wow powerful poem!

himani rawat nayal said...

as always lovely write...i liked how the words flowed.

Suzy said...

A lot of despair and longing. Plucking out the nails is a good idea.
Dropping by from OSI
Suzy http://ilasoulpoems.blogspot.co.nz/

A S said...

lovely..so intense and the last two lines are just awesome