Wednesday 10 December 2008

one fourth of a poem

vague movement
of the enemy
registers only when
splintered bodies fly
shattering lives

28 comments:

  1. So very true. Brief, but powerful.

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  2. loved it! so powerful and yet so beautifully put

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  3. hey,,, sometimes when the splintered bodies start to fly.... there isn't a whole lot more that can be said.......

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  4. You have captured with such quiet tension that terrible split/second when everything changes forever...

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  5. Vivid truth - you exposed this topic in fine fashion...

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  6. Good one, Gautami

    wishes,
    devika

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  7. the compact nature of the poem makes it more powerful, nicely done

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  8. loved the name of the post as much as the poem :)

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  9. That word "splintered" immediately makes me think of tiny pieces of precious glass scattered! Lovely poem!

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  10. this is well written just like it is. I agree with thomg, powerful.

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  11. how vivid. and its a reality.

    how r u Gautami?

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  12. It say alot in very few words!

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  13. This is like watching a television account of a terrorist attack! Very moving!

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  14. Many things in life are not anticipated at all. We react upon manifested scenes. Nasty reality compressed well into few lines.

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  15. Thinking of this again Gautami, when your mind becomes your enemy and its vague movements fail to register itself…it becomes the most tragic.

    My reading, Gautami…solely mine.

    Wishes,
    devika

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  16. Does it need to be completed? I think the shattered element of the poem works so well with implied verses that will never be.

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  17. simply a powerful statement written in a beautiful timeless 1/4 poem...

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  18. So much said (and well) in those few words, Gautami.

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  19. Oh my, what an explosion! And coming from such few words, at that! Well done!

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  20. I was reading your header here; how poetry comes to you. Art does the same to me. Sometimes when i am on a roll I will go to sleep and get flashes of images and I have no idea where they come from, that I have never seen them before, but is like watching a changing slide show. Amazing process this.

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  21. the words reveal the actual pain itself..
    -Aiz.

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  22. Wow, what power in these few words. Very well expressed.

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