Sunday, April 16, 2017

complexity of random musings

I listen to your song and sigh
as I can't reach you any other way
I want the barrier to disappear

I follow the dog to that tree trunk
where he has hidden my memory card
I scrape it out of the ground

my nail breaks and hangs limp
the breeze does nothing to soothe me
I turn back to the song again

"I pick a little stone and rub it on that CD and taste blood"

@gautami.tripathy April 16, 2017


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can feel the digging for memory, and the broken nail.

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

amazing images, creative expressions of emotions

Myrna R. said...

I kept seeing a spiritual meaning in your words. No matter what, we all return to that same song. Enjoyed reading your thoughts.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Beautifully poignant!❤️

Old Egg said...

It is sad but unfortunately there will always questions unanswered.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Painful indeed.

Susan said...

Dark, dark. Those in betweens when we are neither here nor there, but we haven't left yet. Powerful.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I can think of a lot of barriers that I'd like to see disappear!