Sunday 28 November 2010

fallen

your brush 
strokes in the paint
as translucent as skin, 
I observe
the facial expressions.
holds all our secrets
no matter how much you try, 
the painting will not be an antidote
of your bloodied past
it would rather enhance your instinct
when your blade cut across bodies

"yet your engravings now project gratitude"

21 comments:

  1. unbeatable gratitude poem.
    masterful job...

    don't forget to link some of your poems to potluck tonight,
    Happy Sunday!

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  2. very nice. you covered them all with a brilliant poem
    awesome

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  3. Nicely done but as always dark and dingy

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  4. This is lovely and painful.

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  5. Amazing piece cutting deep within the cosmos to find thoughts of appreciation.

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  6. this planet
    since we arrived here
    holds all our secrets


    Liked that part especially.

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  7. I like this, a real sense of the moment - life always follows us wherever we go :)

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  8. Loved the beauty of the opening lines, then the next few lines seemed hopeful :) and then ended a bit sad and painful :(

    Loved the way you have done this!!

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  9. your verse,
    strokes a life....

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  10. very intense I sense the beginning of an ending here....

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  11. Beauty entwined with a very intense ending! Well done!

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  12. love this poem Gautami...thanks for sharing

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  13. This is such a beautiful poem. Very nice.

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  14. oh this was so intense...!! i love it!

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  15. Delicate and beautiful..like a watercolour..Jae

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  16. Great poem.
    You got some strong imagery there.
    Nice job

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  17. Fantastic and beautiful...

    "the painting will not be an antidote
    of your bloodied past
    it would rather enhance your instinct
    when your blade cut across bodies"...

    Nice... :)

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