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| painting by Andrew Wyeth |
time to time it returns
driven by a lone tear
no one ever threw that key
a slate never wiped clean
behind that mesh
you become a stranger
no one can repair that tear
there is no room for despair
you may think the night will make me swoon
but I will wander no further before I return
it is time to pick out the invisible nails
before I let my heart disintegrate
"a bloody path seems to be only way out
from a long journey of lies and deceits"
35 comments:
Nice use of sound in this piece.
That's a journey you don't want to take too often...
Knowing one can be repaired is the first step of that journey. :)
Wow... what a different feel from this than I got! It is dark, lonely now that I see it through a different perspective. Nicely done.
I enjoyed the poem. The words you've chosen to weave the story is commendable. This is my first time here, and I am already loving it. Good luck.
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No one ever threw that key...oh that gripped me...wonderful write, as always...
Oh, this is beautiful. It reverberates...
Beautiful sad write. Thank you.
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So much pain. I can see the piece falling apart, and the remains melting...
An emotional piece. Very moving...
Very strong emotional poem, beautifully written
A strong poem. Time to pick out the nails and abolish the pain, my friend.
no, i don't think the slate can ever be wiped clean..shadows always remain..beautiful work..xx
interesting response to 'swoon'; wishing you a happy Sunday
much love...
longing yes and memories also! thanks.
It is time to pick out the invisible nails, before...
So true, so true. Longings are so absent logic, they can become dangerous.
It certainly pulls you in. There is still hope there......
I feel energy and wisdom behind words here...let it go if it's not cooperate...refreshing write
Comes a time to let go of the pain, something most carry far too long. Lovely write!
Such sadness expressed here. I enjoyed your economy of words and rhyme to keep the tension and tightness!
Ah those invisible nails... The holes they leave...
A beauty, GT : )
Strong poem. Wise selection of words and emotions. Gripped me in a way
I hadn't read your piece before I penned mine and see we followed the same path. Those invisible nails certainly clinched your tale.
Beautifully expressive; well done.
Lovely Poem as always...one sits wondering...indeed..thanks Gautami for yet another treat..
RS:)
a very hard journey indeed.
An expression of regret or disappointment?? But it is definitely very passionate, expressing much grief ~ a mournful poem!
Written beautifully, and how amazing that it fits a number of prompts so well.
Removing those invisible nails could be a painful process in the quest for relief. Intriguing poem.
And it could be one 2
Scars remain but guess we learn to move on!
The writing is absolutely gorgeous and the emotions wow powerful poem!
as always lovely write...i liked how the words flowed.
A lot of despair and longing. Plucking out the nails is a good idea.
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lovely..so intense and the last two lines are just awesome
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