aren't you going to save those precious tears
falling on sidewalks in this rain
sparkling into thousands of pieces
before disintegrating into underground drains
muck in the sewage might trap those
soul of tears would split, stinking
cleansing away blood and gore
a remnant of violence staring out of nought
mythically disproportionate
to marauders plundering
numbness induced by shock
stroke the memories like a flame
dear editors, why would you even bother to look
over your mugs of black coffee tasting so sinful
you might as well let the saviour fall
plummeting between two towering rock mountains
splintering into thousand deaths
while you entertain the powers to be
indulging them for your selfish needs
The lines taken for patchwork poetry in the order from Mariacristina, paisley, sara and jillypoet.
That was amazing - very powerful.
ReplyDeleteHappy Valentines day btw!
hard to do . . .
ReplyDeleteher tears dissolving
in the mist
this form is unique, learning many many new things here.
ReplyDeletethe remnants of violence,
when does violence cease to be present,
and disappear into the memory,
to be a remnant?
when the pain never goes.
hows u Gautami?
This little piece is so full of emotions, well done.
ReplyDeleteHappy Valentine's Day, Gautami!
A very skillfull blending of the lines, and then forming the poem into a letter. I like how you begin the poem with a question, and a beautiful image,then lead the reader toward more dismal images.
ReplyDeleteFrom line to blog to line, i love it!!
ReplyDeleteA powerful indictment of apathy.
ReplyDeletehappy valentines day! as i read your piece, i didn't recognize some of the lines and thought i must not have read the originals carefully enough, but then i think you've connected the patchwork lines with new original lines, is that right? or did i completely miss it? (it happens but sometimes i have to ask stupid questions when i'm curious about other poets' processes) :)
ReplyDeletei really like the line: "you might as well let the saviour fall"
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Clever job of combination...the words ring true and the thoughts are vivid. Nice read!
ReplyDeleteit's hard working other people's words and creating your own piece but you did well, as usual.
ReplyDeleteI am on your Pay it forward blogs - could you add your "label' widget so I can browse your older works? I know I can browse the archive but I think it's easier to browse through labels.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
Hi Gautami, I had to read this a few times - there's some great images in here, the blood and gore, mugs of black coffee tasting so sinful and the saviour falling.
ReplyDeleteSo much in one piece.
black coffee tasting so sinful
ReplyDeleteyou might as well let the saviour fall
That part is fantastic. Its one of those phrases that just jumps off the screen because it is so orginal.
Nice job incorparating everything.
very nice translation of the prompt... i really enjoyed this...
ReplyDeleteWords truly felt, I can see.
ReplyDeletethose who have never stood in the sewers of humanity have a lot to answer for... powerful!
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