Sunday Scribblings prompt is about masks...real or imaginary ones. A villanelle pertaining to that.
Emergence
Thin line between reality & fantasy is gone,
falsehood crumbles under its own weight.
Out of the debris, something new is born.
Pervading peace resounds and withdrawn
as the consequences of pragmatic debate.
Thin line between reality & fantasy is gone
taking nightmares away in that new dawn.
Life long embedded fears slowly abate-
out of the debris, something new is born.
Drawing out a conclusion taken foregone-
stripping off mask to be with its soul mate,
thin line between reality & fantasy is gone.
With effort, comes the will power to go on,
shunning all that deemed normal till date.
Out of the debris, something new is born,
freshness of it all does not let mourn
slipping of façade, which was way too late.
Thin line between reality & fantasy is gone
out of the debris, something new is born.
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45 comments:
Pervading peace resounds
i love this line .. i 'feel' it
Cool stuff.
Liked it.
Gautami, this is brilliant. I know I am repeating myself, but your poems are the best, hands down.
My favorite lines are the two that end the poem. It is true, when you give up a fantasy and instead work towards making a reality, then something new is born.
I love your poetry my friend.
Rose
xo
Absolutely brilliant poem, Guatami! Really well done. I like the hopeful line of "out of the debris, something new is born."
I love the way the poem weaves back over itself--it gives the poem more power.
gautami,
This poem is so magnificent in its exposure of the truth and giving the hope of better things to come.
rel
"taking nightmares away in that new dawn.
Life long embedded fears slowly abate"
I love this. It really does take a while, doesn't it? Even if it is not a life long fear...I am just now able to sleep through the night after flying 3 weeks ago, the fears keep coming back in the middle of the night, until they are finally released.
Great post!
I can only echo what others have said- just brilliant, Gautami!
poetic and profound. yes, a mask is a facade....
that was very poweful, nicely written!
Hi Gautami, you write villanelles so beautifully. I struggled with the one I wrote a few weeks ago. I especially love the image of "out of the debris, something new is born" and "taking nightmares away in that new dawn." These are so lovely and reassuring -- and so true in my experience.
I estimate that about 6 Billion Humans do not have a successful barrier established and maintained between reality and fantasy at this point in time.
I wish that "falsehood would crumble under it's own weight" a lot faster.
"Life long fears slowly abate" because people love to nuture them and pass them on to their children.
Please formulate an equation to speed up the process. I want to be able to look ahead with your positive vision.
Gautami, this is an excellent write. It was very touching.
powerful write... and another exquisite villanelle!
love it!
Guatami, I'm so glad you stopped by for a visit. It gave me the opportunity to read your fine writing. It always takes a moment to break into the rhythm and flow of someones style of writing. I was hooked into the second line, "falsehood crumbles under its own weight." There is much gravity and "weight" in your wise words. I'll most definitely be back!
very interesting piece. nicely done. :)
Hi Gautami
I love your poem....it flows so beautifully as I read it....
yes something new is born...
bravo!
"Out of the debris, something new is born" -- This is really good. I feel the hope in these words.
:)
The debris line is very powerful.
"Thin line between reality & fantasy is gone"
What would that something new be? Maybe we would all have fantastic powers & be able to visit other dimensions of existence.
Thanks for sharing.
I look forward to your scribble every week :)
Frances
I really like the ending! Well said.
Thanks Kathryn, inconsequential, rose, paris, sage,rel, karen, regina,liza, lucy, clare,don, uberjam, awareness, rob, polona, boulis, amber, frances and andrew for your comments and opinions.
Sometimes we are so submerged in self pity that we do not see beyond it. Every night has a new dawn. We don't remember the dawn. We keep feeding the night.
h.e./donn: you are so right. We pass those dark thoughts to the next generation. Despite all odds, I always think positive. Nothing is worth our precious human life, human spirit. There can never be any proof of that other than our strength of mind. No one common equation can solve it. Each individual is an equation in itself. Solving it, is in his/her own hands. We can only help from afar.
i am fascinated by the ambiguity of masks
and
whether they are keeping things in or out
love villanelles
admire the way in which you can be so prolific with them
(i really have to be in the mood to write one)
cheers
Gosh Gautami, another villanelle,and I still haven't been brave enough to try a single one yet! Thank you for your poem of hope...
Nicely handled, Gautami. Interesting new relationships among the imagery as the poem progresses.
'Thin line between reality & fantasy is gone / out of the debris, something new is born.'
Just great. What a read!
Delightful! All about the self-organizing universe we belong to.
Oh Gautami, you are something else. I learned a word today that led me to rmembrance of old Poetry lectures, villanelle which led me to tercets and quatrains. I love visitng your blog, I always learn something new.
Your Osculate poem made me laugh out loud. Next time I will tell my husband, "Dahling, please osculate me" Hahahaha!
This is a stunning poem, and very profound. Your refrain lines continue to echo in my mind.
Beautiful.
Well structured Villanelle. Your message is simple yet profound and one to cherish. Nicely written. :) A tale of rebirth or renewal. Very Indian. :p
one word,
awesome!
Gautami, I know I've missed so many, but this one is so flowing and rhythmic and lovely.
I love the idea, I love the way it's put together, like a beautiful piano piece where no note seems out of place.
:-)
nice poem...thank you for your words,
love this line: "out of the debris, something new is born" ~ so true.
Really, really powerful. You have a gift for poetry.
If i could reach out and touch you I would. If I could make you smile I would........If i could hold you for a moment......that would be a lifetime.
Beautiful words could not be spoken more.
rebirth, I like this. Maybe its time for everyone to shed the past and live the present.
and delhi will come when I visit India, soon, one day.
BEAUTY and HOPE.
Keshi.
Thanks to all. It isn't about rebirth at all. Just restorng faith in ourselves.
I mostly resort to poetry becos it comes easy to me. Maybe I am too lazy to write prose! I can write more poetry in the time I save.
Steve, it was not about me. And you need a ticket to India to come and hug me!! I am long way from Australia.
Really lovely.
"Out of the debris, something new is born." Indeed. A perfect description.
Thin line between reality & fantasy is gone,
Out of the debris, something new is born.
these two sentances so true
Excellent piece!
:o)
You really picked the perfect first stanza. The repetition in this villanelle is awe inpsiring. It just blew me away. I think this is the best villanelle I have ever read.
It's all about that thin line...
And a villanelle, at that! I thoroughly enjoyed this, Gautami. Brilliant and flowing.
welcome, chelise. Thanks.
trinitystar: thanks. Youwere missed in here!
chris: I thought this is the perfect answer to your post. Hence directed you here. Thanks.
kg: welcome back. We sometimes forget that thin line.
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