Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
promise of a movie--Writers Island
Promise has so many nuances. It can take concrete meanings or entirely abstract one. Here I take it in yet another form. I rarely write the way I did here. I am trying different forms of writings. Please do feel free to tell me your opinions.
Draping death like some kind of shield.
Do we need halos like that?
A few flaunt their sacrifices.
It ceases being one.
How did that happen?
Was he asleep?
Is it a nightmare but with vivid colours?
Any story needs a hero and a villain too.
Both merge at a point.
Maybe there never is a hero.
That horse that kicked him on his forehead is being felicitated.
While he lay there half-dead.
In that rat infested stable.
Stinking.
Stable boy since a long time.
Why did he act like a saviour?
Preventing theft of the prized horses.
However, horse hit the wrong guy.
In that semi-dead state, he smells roses.
Sees colours.
Deep red.
Tastes chocolates.
Filled with nuts.
Everything is enacted with his eyes closed.
A whole movie behind his eyelids.
That girl in the big house watching him.
Smiling when he lifts his head to look back.
A come-hither expression on her face.
He had not dared to respond.
Now lying on that hard floor, head almost spilt open, he thinks of her.
Her softness.
Promising himself to go to her as soon as he can stand up.
Slowly his eyes close, life ebbing, he enters the land of no return.
Labels:
prose poetry,
reflections,
Writers Island
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24 comments:
I liked the tale :-)
Very dark tale. It almost read like beat poetry. I enjoyed it. Everything you write delves deep below the surface and conveys great humanity.
I liked the contrasting emotions in the poem a lot.
A black beauty. strirring confusing emotions evoking
"till date" reads a little awkward to me, but only because the rest of the piece is written so smoothly. An interesting story laid out, with a slow reveal, makes for an energy that propelled me forward.
yep, this is definitely different from your usual style - your writing seems to have more depth in this piece. well done...
j, I re-read and tweaked it a bit. Previously, I had posted it without editing.
Thanks.
Well, that was different! Excellent take
A great tale.
love that movie behind his eyelids
and the promise in the lady's look
enjoyed this one
thank you
A bit sad but an alluring tale.
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White snake toward the end said it all for me. That's when it clicked and reality headed to my innards. Wow!
What an interesting story.
Sad. This really is an adventure into a new twist in y our writing. Nice work.
I really enjoy the dark imagery. Somebody mentioned this, but it this does have a 'beat' quality.
lovely tale.. and such contrasts in the moods... beautiful
I find this interesting in that the promise is made from a smile and causes the events that followed. Perhaps the smile was never for him?
Brian
this has a wonderful flow.
beautiful sad tale...
Dark, eerie, mysterious and surreal...nicely done!
no matter what you write or how you write it, your words make me think
what a sad story but so well written!!! loved the way you played the the contrast in emotions !!
What a story, Gautami. I liked the play of movie behind the eyelids, after all, memories and life is just a film where we act out our parts...reality is something far-beyond. Thank you.
UL
I loved how you used senses to make your poem more powerful: lacing it with vivid colors, smells, and tastes.
I really liked this Gautami! This is a fascinating side of your writing craft -- please do more... ;)
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