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.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
one fourth of a poem
vague movement of the enemy registers only when splintered bodies fly shattering lives
I was reading your header here; how poetry comes to you. Art does the same to me. Sometimes when i am on a roll I will go to sleep and get flashes of images and I have no idea where they come from, that I have never seen them before, but is like watching a changing slide show. Amazing process this.
28 comments:
So very true. Brief, but powerful.
loved it! so powerful and yet so beautifully put
Lovely!
Very true, indeed.
hey,,, sometimes when the splintered bodies start to fly.... there isn't a whole lot more that can be said.......
You have captured with such quiet tension that terrible split/second when everything changes forever...
Pregnant with meaning.
Vivid truth - you exposed this topic in fine fashion...
Good one, Gautami
wishes,
devika
the compact nature of the poem makes it more powerful, nicely done
loved the name of the post as much as the poem :)
That word "splintered" immediately makes me think of tiny pieces of precious glass scattered! Lovely poem!
this is well written just like it is. I agree with thomg, powerful.
how vivid. and its a reality.
how r u Gautami?
It say alot in very few words!
This is like watching a television account of a terrorist attack! Very moving!
Many things in life are not anticipated at all. We react upon manifested scenes. Nasty reality compressed well into few lines.
Thinking of this again Gautami, when your mind becomes your enemy and its vague movements fail to register itself…it becomes the most tragic.
My reading, Gautami…solely mine.
Wishes,
devika
Does it need to be completed? I think the shattered element of the poem works so well with implied verses that will never be.
simply a powerful statement written in a beautiful timeless 1/4 poem...
So much said (and well) in those few words, Gautami.
nicely done...
This certainly packs a punch.
Oh my, what an explosion! And coming from such few words, at that! Well done!
I was reading your header here; how poetry comes to you. Art does the same to me. Sometimes when i am on a roll I will go to sleep and get flashes of images and I have no idea where they come from, that I have never seen them before, but is like watching a changing slide show. Amazing process this.
the words reveal the actual pain itself..
-Aiz.
very graphic
Wow, what power in these few words. Very well expressed.
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