His world has gone awry
Rock stays steady albeit a little tilted
Only a few souls under that umbrella
A family is deep in conversation oblivious to all else
A lonely boy watches them with deep longing
He is too far away to even listen to the sounds
Any movement in the vicinity is felt by him in his bones
Silence seeps into each pore
Dotted horizon fails to please him
Surprisingly there are not many chirping birds
He listlessly observes an ant climbing on to his right foot
How far would it go
Should he flick it away
Would it return to its home
How would the ant know where he lives
What good that would do
Why do questions become iron hooks, which trap and then tear
Suddenly, he strikes his head
It is his birthday
He has no place to go, no place to call his own
Now dates hold no meaning for him
"That thought releases him from his sorrow"
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Photo Credits: Cafe Writing: Option Three.
34 comments:
hmmm.. it's a beautiful scribbling...
..but I need to ponder some more to have my own interpretation or find what you're trying to convey...
great Sunday Scribbling entry...
I love the photo!
Can relate to this one... To be in the mood, or not to be... A matter of choice...
Each line is so rich, they're like little worlds in and of themselves. Thanks for stopping by earlier :)
I'm having some difficulty with this Sunday's Scribbling prompt and now I come visit you and feel inspired. Nice stuff.
As ever you have produced a stuning piece of writing.
I love writing that conveys so much in so few lines.....the ending was a little unexpected to me.....
Interesting little story with thumps of sadness and reality.
Beautiful but so sad. I want to wrap him in my arms and take him home with me.
It speaks to me of beginnings. Although that's only how I read it.
Very nice prose and dates can free us. I like the way you think. :) Hugs
Wonderful scribbling - I particularly like the line, "Why do questions become iron hooks, which trap and then tear" ... brilliant. Peace, JP/deb
Gautami - as you are aware, we enjoy different disciplines. You are the poet, and I love prose. I often feel that free verse is simply prose with gaps! Join lines of free verse together and what you get is prose! I think they are more closely linked than most people realise.
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I was in your beautiful city a few months ago. I have such wonderful memories.
Reading this as the fruit is sort of funny. I love the way the word shows up at the end.
Why do questions become iron hooks, which trap and then tear
this line is perfection.. and is one of the things that has me beating my head against the wall every so often.......
He sounds like a young orphan boy just living for the moment. Very sad, but it makes me want to know more about his situation.
Why do questions become iron hooks, which trap and then tear?
this line shook me to my very core. i have been haunted by questions all day today. questions of my past that are still so very painful to me and still a work in progress...
I truly loved this!
Beautifully done!
it makes ense to me
i think that awareness of self strikes all of us
blend beautifully with the pic too
thank you
I think I get the "iron hooks" part. It is a little more difficult for me because I find the right questions liberating. Perhaps this is the point....a continuation of asking the wrong questions can trap. My take from this line: Ask Better Questions
Dates are meaningless which is what I loved about the little boy's discovery.
Very thought provoking.
I enjoyed the imagery and style of this entry.
That was a beautiful piece of writing.
A lonely boy watches them with deep longing
He is too far away to even listen to the sounds
Loved that part especially, Gautami. Beautifully sad.
As others have said, that line about questions being hooks really "hooked" me! I had to go back and read it again, it's so deep!
How sad... beautiful, but sad. Made me stop and think of how many times I see people alone and could invite them to join, and would it have a positive impact on their lives.
Dee
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Beautifully sad is a great way to describe this piece, and so many of your wonderful poems and works of prose. An entire universal exists within each line, waiting to be probed and explored.
this was sad...and beautifully portrayed but sad!!!
isn't it amazing where "random thoughts" lead? somehow they don't seem so haphazard when you think about it...it's like this is the "real" you coming out... the one that exists when you don't try so hard.
very nice... you always have a great twist endings. I like the photo too, where is it at?
A lot of times, disjointed sentences appear as lines in poetry, but I'm sure you already know that. ;)
Anyway, you had some really great lines/phrases in this poem like:
"Dotted horizon"
"ant climbing on to his / right foot"
etc.
Thanks for sharing!
Wow, so deep, with such short sentences. Nicely done. I'd love to know where your own thoughts were when you produced this!
Great photo too!
you are amazing.
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what a wonderful photo
it has been awhile since I visited and you certainly have been busy!! I also liked the one where he is tapping his fingers while writing. wishing I could string words together like you
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