And you went
away,
Just like
that.
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| Image courtesy: layoutsparks.com |
No call to
tell me why.
It’s been a
year and a half,
But it wasn’t
a lonely ride.
While I painted,
While I sang,
I felt your
eyes on me,
Your playful
smile croon to me.
I lived,
For I was
hopeful
You’ll
come back.
But I know
it better now.
Apologies,
excuses, justifications –
I’m past all
of that.
There is no olive branch.
There are no white shadows.
Now there
are lines I’ve drawn,
There and there and there.
I belong not to our memories,
but to some place divine.
There and there and there.
I belong not to our memories,
but to some place divine.
The snakes of distrust
Don't bother me now.
I walk my way
Alone.
Don't bother me now.
I walk my way
Alone.
Love this line, especially:
ReplyDelete"I belong not to our memories,
but to some place divine."
Also really like the idea of the bridge visual being the road away, a new line to cross, alone.
Thanks SO much, De! I'm glad you liked the poem and the picture attached to it. It's good to know the thoughts of poets on your own work.
DeleteI'm more than happy to become a part of IGWRT now. Thanks again! :)
Hey Vaishali dear it is nice....I don't know exactly why but the last five lines took me somewhere.....thank you.....
ReplyDeleteAww Sreeja! Thanks for sharing that with me. I hope the reminiscence was nice and my words didn't trouble you. But thanks, really! :)
Delete[[HUGS]]
The story is a sad one and I think all too common. As I read it I thought about how many things and situations it can apply to. I like the photo as well. Really sets a mood.
ReplyDeleteTotally agree with you on how many situations this story can be applied to. It, indeed, is all too common.
DeleteThanks for stopping by and appreciating the work, Peggy. :)
VJ... Wow!!
ReplyDeleteMy heart is cheering for success of your protagonist! :)
Thank you, Laxmi! That's very kind of you. :)
Delete"I belong not to our memories,
ReplyDeletebut to some place divine"
It is the divinest part of the poem. Doesn't look versified. Did you have a revelation? :)
I guess so! :D
DeleteI'll tell you something - when I write in a hurry, I usually end up getting a poem like this. This was written in the fifteen minutes break at work. I enjoy it and doing that on the basis of a prompt is specially nice.
Thanks for the kind words, Prateek. :)
I love this line: "There are no white shadows."
ReplyDelete~Shawna
Thanks, Shawna! :)
Delete"but it wasn’t a lonely ride.
ReplyDeleteI had you, you know,
all this while.
While I worked,
while I painted,
while I sang,"
To
"There is no olive branch.
There are no white shadows.
Now there are lines I’ve drawn,
There and there and there."
Wow, wow, wow
and then:
"I belong not to our memories,
but to some place divine.
There’s a road that leads me there
and be sure,
that the road has not ended yet."
Have I left any lines out? Such fine images!
You have a way of expressing and imaging feelings and stories that is like fresh spring water and very old red wine to me--it refreshes me and draws me to read more and more of your work.
Will I be called sane if I say that I am in love with your comment? ;) Thank you SO much! You made my day, Susan!
DeleteIt's kind of you to say, "You have a way of expressing and imaging feelings and stories that is like fresh spring water and very old red wine to me--it refreshes me and draws me to read more and more of your work."
Thanks again for the reassuring words, Susan. I am chuffed. :)
awsum piece of writing...n as earlier commented..each word portrays a vivid image..(like i ws reading a JK Rowling or Stephenie Mayor n imagining d story wid its characters as i go through,based on the first parts!!)..
ReplyDeletewell i cant relate to it but definitely get d feel of it..gave me goosebumps.
Awww thanks, Mona! Just imagine me hugging you for this lovely comment. The imagery being compared with J.K Rowling's and S. Meyer's is like WOW. Love ya, sis! xoxo
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