I am wearing the words of music
notes reverberate in my mind
screen doors watch silently
I throw the wilted flowers
on the earthy ground
someone will come and pick up those
scents of elusive nostalgia will assail him
giving rise to a storm.
that storm which you left behind
along with that felted quilt
I lie on it once in a while
but it has no warmth
you took that with you
leaving the notes of music
wrapped in my body for eternity
15 comments:
I like a lot of this, some very effective lines; assailed by scents, quilts that give not warmth... very nice.
Oh, the sad words of loss when all the hopes of love are shattered as if by a storm. The warmth of the others presence...yes that is sorely missed. I really liked this piece.
A lovely write!
Wonderful writing as ever, my friend!!
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Sad yet beautiful.
Such a fantastic title..I could hear the sounds..in the words..Jae
Enjoyed it...wonderful writing...
Perfection! Your stanzas are threaded together so beautifully that it tells a story.
Lovely images, Gautami. You've chosen some incredible metaphors for this. Nice to see you here.
Wonderful poem. And I say that as someone who worked as an oboist for years.
Lovely a bit sad. your creativity t is great.
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Wearing music... and the song is sad, I take it. Love the imagery of the quilt no longer exuding warmth...
These are the lines that resonated most for me:
"I am wearing the words of music"
and
"screen doors watch silently"
I got lost a bit in the poem, though, and wonder how it would read with stanza breaks.
Good work. Keep writing.
Gautami,
Welcome back. Both poems show a lot of emotion, particularly in this one which shows how one feels on being betrayed.
Take care
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I can feel the grief here. Your words speak to us clearly.
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