Sunday, May 17, 2015

where the night is without wind

Artwork by Ulrike Bolenz
stuck in the mud
her hands and feet

suppose she is searching 
the geometry of her origin

the lines, that curve, and an angle
throw her a lifeline

netted wings, broken at places
urge her to fly

her tears wet the ground
cementing her fate

"a seedling, perched on the earth
needles the mind, to prod, to incite"

35 comments:

De said...

OH! THIS:
"the geometry of her origin"

Fantastic.

Elena Sands said...

Nice write, thick with emotion.

Vandana Sharma said...

I can really feel her emotions and bebasi.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is absolutely magnificent :D
Beautifully penned :D
xoxo

annell said...

I love this peice...can't say why but it made me think of the dragon fly.

Mary said...

Oh this is so sad to me, if I understand it well. It can no longer fly and dies just cemented there tragically!

R.K. Garon said...

Very good piece. Thanks
ZQ

rhymeswithbug said...

Love the deep emotion. The ending is heart wrenching

kaykuala said...

"a seedling, perched on the earth
needles the mind, to prod, to incite"

Exactly what happens in life. An idea will certainly provoke the mind. Wonderful take Gautami!

Hank

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wonderful, the geometry of her origin, the netted wings, the urging her to fly.....glorious.

Kay said...

so many wonderful lines to complete a beautiful work..xx

proudmommaofgirls said...

So beautifully written :) I also live for the written word which comes in a mixture of poetry and flash fiction. I really enjoyed your poem.

brudberg said...

This has a very somber meaning to me, I see an abused woman in those broken wings,

Peggy said...

So sad--this image. I can see it as several things.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Such a sad ending filled with emotion...

sage said...

Nice words and a sad twist at the end.

Old Egg said...

Each of us has wings to fly and when they are damaged the rest of us is damaged too.

Sara McNulty said...

The way you wrote this, it seemed like fragments,
which is how I see this piece of art. Wonderful!

deeps said...

so creatively wrought

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sad.

dsnake1 said...

this makes me think about all the women who had been abused... :(

Theresa Milstein said...

Poor, broken creature.

Sumana Roy said...

it's heartbreaking for anyone to be in that space..to be stuck forever..sad...

totomai said...

sometimes fate is cruel :(

Michael said...

stuck in the dirt by mud wetted by tears. nice job

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Brilliantly penned!
Anna :o]

Susan said...

I never thought of planting a seed as also a death of sorts, stuck in, cemented into the geometry of someone's origins! Neat.

G L Meisner said...

Such a sadness here.

Kutamun said...

Perhaps her flying days of thunder have come to an end and it is time to become more firmly rooted ?

Gazal Bharadwaj said...

to prod, to incite...
powerful.

humbird said...

I like that 'she' search for 'the geometry of her origin' ~ interesting quote too.

Tom said...

yes, I can see it

Tess Kincaid said...

I hope she will bloom...

Ekta Khetan said...

Hey this is the best take I read so far..you nailed it.Awesome writing. Keep it up!

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Awesome write and description in lines! I enjoyed it very much!