flowers that
we both picked;
sent to me
warped and stained,
stay unwrapped,
precisely like letters-
as from me to you
time has made you
a stranger. maybe I
pretend that so as to
prevent myself from
a predicament, which
is embarrassingly
embracing me even
when I am trying hard
to escape it by ignoring
21 comments:
well said, appreciated!
wishes!
devika
We are often pulled this way and that.
thats one situation I hate to be in cos I have had enough of it already :(
very nice! :)
Nice piece of writing. BJ
They say time heals all wounds, but it also pulls us apart, changes us, and shapes us. Interesting take on the prompt, G.
Love that image of the flowers at the beginning!
Another intriguing poem!
Embracing while trying to escape by ignoring.
That is so beautiful, so very true.
And I loved your image of the letter beside the poem.
Very powerful. And very moving.
Always those reminders of things we try not to remember.
Simply beautiful
Very nicely done!
nice piece. It is always hard to ignore when being drawn.
Time can do that - strangers to friends and back again. Nice work!
I like that "a predicament, which is embarassingly embracing me..."
I did a poem too.
Have a wonderful week.
Namaste
Our souls are not so elastic as to stretch and be ignored. Excellent piece!!
Keepsakes of memories are hard to ignore. Well done, Tami!
yes. well put!
Love this Gautami, Time has made you a stranger! Now there's a very true thought.
transformation of a relationship... well done
I really love the haiku-like feel of the first two stanzas, how you "transformed" flowers into letters. Thank you for sharing this piece!
Also, I want to thank you for visiting my poetry journal. :)
http://alotus-poetry.livejournal.com
i liked the imagery you used. very striking.
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