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.
So very true. Brief, but powerful.
ReplyDeleteloved it! so powerful and yet so beautifully put
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteVery true, indeed.
ReplyDeletehey,,, sometimes when the splintered bodies start to fly.... there isn't a whole lot more that can be said.......
ReplyDeleteYou have captured with such quiet tension that terrible split/second when everything changes forever...
ReplyDeletePregnant with meaning.
ReplyDeleteVivid truth - you exposed this topic in fine fashion...
ReplyDeleteGood one, Gautami
ReplyDeletewishes,
devika
the compact nature of the poem makes it more powerful, nicely done
ReplyDeleteloved the name of the post as much as the poem :)
ReplyDeleteThat word "splintered" immediately makes me think of tiny pieces of precious glass scattered! Lovely poem!
ReplyDeletethis is well written just like it is. I agree with thomg, powerful.
ReplyDeletehow vivid. and its a reality.
ReplyDeletehow r u Gautami?
It say alot in very few words!
ReplyDeleteThis is like watching a television account of a terrorist attack! Very moving!
ReplyDeleteMany things in life are not anticipated at all. We react upon manifested scenes. Nasty reality compressed well into few lines.
ReplyDeleteThinking of this again Gautami, when your mind becomes your enemy and its vague movements fail to register itself…it becomes the most tragic.
ReplyDeleteMy reading, Gautami…solely mine.
Wishes,
devika
Does it need to be completed? I think the shattered element of the poem works so well with implied verses that will never be.
ReplyDeletesimply a powerful statement written in a beautiful timeless 1/4 poem...
ReplyDeleteSo much said (and well) in those few words, Gautami.
ReplyDeletenicely done...
ReplyDeleteThis certainly packs a punch.
ReplyDeleteOh my, what an explosion! And coming from such few words, at that! Well done!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeletethe words reveal the actual pain itself..
ReplyDelete-Aiz.
very graphic
ReplyDeleteWow, what power in these few words. Very well expressed.
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