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.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
melted
broken breath, I left it shivering on the stairs icicles as its innards burnt by frost now see fire engulfing dirt my aorta can take it while I bleed happiness
I am becoming a huge fan of your free verses, Gautami... And this poem really doubled the reason for my doing so... it's a beautiful 160!! May those icicles never affect the gush of bleeding happiness..
12 comments:
Beautiful.. bleeding happiness and what flows is the joy of reading..here. on your page..
well do visit to see new instant haikus both inspired ..one by Bill's page and another Rebecca's..
lovely words.
Enjoyed it.
Sunday 160
Bleeding happiness I like that
Thanks and have a great start to your week
wish I could join you for the train more often just crazy busy
best :)
This was fantastic...
Loved your 160
A magnificent use of the 160 characters. Beautiful piece. Thanks for playing along with the Sunday 160.
Good poem, and how nice
that you could submit it
to both Applehouse and
G-Man. I like your style
and flow.
nice. bleeding happiness in spite of the cold and icicles...
Hmm, still trying to figure it out. Interesting images.
I am becoming a huge fan of your free verses, Gautami...
And this poem really doubled the reason for my doing so... it's a beautiful 160!!
May those icicles never affect the gush of bleeding happiness..
A lot of imagery to behold here. Lovely, prose!
Cold, cold, cold, like the end of true love. Beautifully put together.
Thanks for the support...
your work is always well done.
A++
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