Wednesday, 11 April 2007

Pencilled

inner-most secrets;
rants on just
about anything,
journals of plan
hitherto unseen.
diary full of
deep dark thoughts-
lies, betrayals,
broken trusts,
impaired dreams.

witnessing it all
in somber bemoan
pencil stays mute
its lead busted.


10 comments:

  1. Poor pencil, and poor you.

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  2. i was thinking it's a good thing it's in pencil--with the dark thoughts and lies and betrayals--that way you can erase, then I got to the last line and smiled

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  3. this is a lot like my tanka that I just posted.

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  4. dont we all end up like this, someday?

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  5. Like this ... well written.

    witnessing it all
    in somber bemoan
    pencil stays mute
    its lead busted

    hugs for you.

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  6. You know Gautami, your poem got me thinking...what if pencils had a way to convey what their previous owners had written...there would be secrets galore to share!

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  7. anne: Why? Neither is poorer! Infact we are richer by the experinces shared.

    sage: I had almost left that last line. Left it as it is. Glad I did.

    andrew: I will chk out your tanka.

    ghost: yes. Someday is the operative word.

    trinitystar: Thanks!

    lotus: Isn't that scary at times?

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  8. Why?
    Because it sounds as if the pencil is sad, and maybe you too. :(

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  9. anne: The crux of the matter is I am trying to write on inanimate objects. I started on statinery series as I am teacher and these are all familiar objects for me. I already wrote on blackboard, stapler, chalks etc etc.

    My thoughts do not enter into it. I write what I think that objects feels.

    :D

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  10. I enjoy your writing so much. What a strong ending- a metaphor I can relate to.

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