Friday 12 August 2011

dead woman returns...

dead woman roams the street searching for life
that life she abandoned unthinkingly

dead woman holds a piece of paper with a map,
of a place that is hidden from all eyes

dead woman pauses, takes a deep breathe
(I want to know how she breathes silence)

"is that dead woman merged into me, unknowingly?"

Vertigo: The Living Dead Man PoemsThings to Say to a Dead Man: Poems at the End of a Marriage and AfterDead Men's Praise

26 comments:

  1. could be...enough dead people walking around these days...

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  2. Could be a scary thought. Is she invited or not?

    - Alice

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  3. Symbolic, metaphorically, or Zombie dead?
    Loved your 55 Gautami.
    You have such a creative mind!!
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  4. I have those days once in a while.

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  5. Oh, can feel the pain in words.
    She will come alive soon.

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  6. nice twist...how could she breathe indeed ? maybe her soul?

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  7. no one knows.... interesting read

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  8. Reminds me of Marvin bell's Dead Man poems. Good stuff!

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  9. Hauntingly beautiful.

    Please have a good new week.


    daily athens

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  10. blending of third to first person, nice!!! :) I liked that, made it interesting, enjoy the potluck!

    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/08/13/words-not-spoken/

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  11. haunting indeed great reading this week!

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  12. I wonder where she's returned from? And why would you see her? *smile*

    Very nice and thought provoking!

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  13. We are at the end of a long line of dead people, just by being alive. Good 55.

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  14. Do you really want to know?

    Here's my offering for Potluck 48: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/the-lake/

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  15. Made me curious and I wanted to know more!!

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  16. Excellent Post!
    And I totally felt like your woman,
    Thanks for the great read.
    As I still live and breathe.

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  17. a moaning mantra heard by the lost looking to be found... love this gautami...

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  18. You have me thinking about the living dead I have been and whom I know.

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  19. yeah how does she breath silence.....nice imagination

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  20. hmmm...life does manage to kill us--bit by bit doesn't it?

    its scary how we never notice until the end.

    a poignant piece indeed!

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