Wednesday, 27 June 2007




Beyond cure, I am irrational to past care,
envelopes of tomes hide heart's history.
Concocting negligible style every where
providing with tales of untold misery

I stay reproached, fixated to my content.
in philosophical abysm, I hurl all care,
no real excuses for all that I truly resent-
lone moments have crinkles engraved there.

Has nature too joined in to distress me-
notably uncaring every thing that grows
from those festers of agony that no can see;
nevertheless insisting we must not be foes.

Is it viable to put up with it that way-
so all thrive, I am yet again cast away?


  1. Sometimes you simple amaze me with your shear brilliance

  2. Now who else could have written a poem about abysm? You are a word warrior Gautami.

  3. It feel like that ...Many thanks for sharing with us ur thoughts.. a gentle reminder on LIP, I know its taking me so long but with all what we had down here ..we are getting back to normal after the cyclone

  4. wow--Bone hasn't his words up very long--good job!

  5. I love the opening line, it shows a person unable to move away from the edge.

    Hope you are doing well and are refreshed after your break.



  6. Nice sonnet; well done.

    Michele sent me today!

  7. I genuinely wish that I had
    "no real excuses for all that I truly resent" for they are legion.

    However all of my disdain for the injustice in this ridiculous world is "beyond cure."

    Methinks that the Lady dost protest with stylish lucidity.

  8. this one is tough
    half tongue twister
    half heart twister

  9. steve: writing poetry sometimes comes natural!

    ces: I do struggle at times.

    nasra: Do take care. Cyclones never do us any good.

    sage: Sonnets tend to flow from me!
    and those words struck a chord!

    rose: I have had this kind of feeling all day long today.

    finn: Thanks for the visit.

    h.e.: One has to do everythin in style!

    ozymandiaz: In a way, yes it is.

  10. I hurl all care,
    no real excuses for all that I truly resent-
    lone moments have crinkles engraved there

    You say so much, leave so much to ponder.


  11. when i feel like that i confess that i reach for the open air
    or the vodka
    rather than a pen
    well done

  12. you really excel at sonnets.
    what feelings!

  13. i love the fullness of your word choices...i'm so glad i discovered great writers like you through 3ww.

  14. Truly leaves much to ponder

  15. This is soooo good. And to think I'd never have read it if it weren't for 3WW. You have a gift with words.

  16. another wonderful poem -- no, I haven't given up on my attempt to write a sonnet -- some day it will finish. :)

  17. I'm envious of sonnet writers and yours was excellent.

  18. no real excuses for all that I truly resent-

    This line got me.

    I think this is true for most of us: why do we resent what we do? There aren't excuses for it... it just is.

  19. Well, TC stole my comment. That was my favorite line, too.

    I tried a poem this week, as well.

  20. A few lines really hit home with me, " I hurl all care " and " festers of agony that no can see." This is a great poetic use of the words.

  21. ok so one disadvanage of being late on yours...Gay and TC totally nailed it! I agree with them! wow. always amazing!