a blur
time rolls us away from it
to it
like a supersonic flight
sounds seem to merge with time
noise in my ears conquer the wired junk
the sudden numbness reaches a crescendo
in that frenzy my knife slips
chipping away half my nail
I stare at the red dots of blood
on the white tiled floor
I ask myself, "doesn't red look good on white?"
hmm, is that the first thought that enters your mind ,"doesn't red look good on white?" ?. not the pain?
ReplyDeleteexcellent piece.
My first reaction would have been much less publishable ;-)
ReplyDelete@dsnake1: The pain comes much later after the numbness wears off.
ReplyDelete@anthony: Re-reading my poem, I can well imagine what would have been your first reaction...:)
especially polka dots..you're freaking me out ;)
ReplyDelete"Chipping half the nail" will make me yell :) But then am a faint heart.
ReplyDeleteYour words do sound very brave.
La la land hurts.
ReplyDeleteI like how the blurriness of the beginning is contrasted with the sharpness of the ending...like red on white!
ReplyDeleteSharp. Your words are perfectly matched to the 'event'. Nice!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a build-up with a superb ending. A white background shares the deep and rich color of red... almost makes the white blur, seem unnoticed.
ReplyDeleteCreative title! Interesting question! Time is blood and blood is time, and yes, red does look good on white, and alarming too! It says STOP! and look at me!
ReplyDeleteyou conquered the pain by admiring that red looks great on the white tiles?
ReplyDeletethat's great!:)
Nicely done, Gautami. You always surprise us at the end
ReplyDeletebeautiful dear:)
ReplyDeleteAn interesting mix of thoughts. I like the imagery of red dots on white, but not the thought of bleeding to do it. My mom would always proclaim, "Pay attention to what you are doing!"
ReplyDeleteNoise and numbness can lead to some surreal thinking even when we suffer.
ReplyDeleteYou must have an artist's eye if the first thing you thought was about colors! lol...this was excellent and very visual.
ReplyDeleteOooh, I fell right into this one... I loved the twisted ending!
ReplyDeleteI would have to say the answer is "It depends on whose blood it is." That is how we see other people tragedies in life isn't it?
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One Man's Junk (http://torristravels.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-mans-junk-sunday-scribblings.html)
ooh you took my breath away..
ReplyDeletegreat effect..
it would seem in the end that blood has everything to do with time.
ReplyDeletewhat an amazing thought to have in this situation. This thought feels like a pause that helps to then deal with the intensity of what has happened.
ReplyDeleteSpirithelpers
What an interesting piece! I love the matter-of-factness of the final line.
ReplyDeleteinteresting piece. I think if it was me the next line would be something like...then she slowly sunk to the floor unconcious!
ReplyDeletei agree with linda LA LA LAND HURTS
ReplyDeleteClick The JUNK I need to Rid oFF!
crazily creative ;)
ReplyDeletewow :D this was crazy ;)
ReplyDeletered and white makes pink ... and this was interesting to read and think ... about.
ReplyDeleteI like how you can describe a brief moment in so many words. And also how the first words of the first 5 lines make "a time to like sounds" when the poem continues with noise in ears and numbness crescendo.
ReplyDeleteIt captures that moment that seems to last forever so well. The way all amplifies and the sudden stop ..red on white.
ReplyDeletethis does keep my mind rolling along, I am picturing someone who's deep into their mind, they forget their physical body completely, perhaps a out of body experience? just saying what my first reaction is
ReplyDeletestrong contrast
ReplyDeleteinteresting notion to ponder
well done
I gave out a great hoot at the last line. That's great! I imagine myself doing this sooner or later. The "noise" is TV or radio (not on much anymore) and how they can become this constant disruptive noise in my life. Great connections.
ReplyDeleteThat line with "conquer" actually in it, is fantastic—and so true! Nice work!
ReplyDeleteConquer the techies but the simple knife gets your blood! It took a moment for me to connect.
ReplyDelete..
BTW, I use a nail clipper and have never cut myself. :-)
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Amazingly well done. I love the junk and the conquering.
ReplyDeleteA thriller. Or a horror movie? I don't know, but it sounds like good start of a good novel.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
Ralf
nice work!!
ReplyDeleteLOL!
ReplyDelete"doesn't red look good on white?"
LOL!
"sounds seem to merge with time
ReplyDeletenoise in my ears conquer the wired junk"...lots of interesting choices of words! Many layers to your poem- nicely done~
Tami, this is excellent. T=It is a strange little poem packed with sharp images"I stare at the red dots of blood
ReplyDeleteon the white tiled floor
I ask myself, "doesn't red look good on white?"
I just loved these lines.
BTW, having trouble with my URL and had to change it again. My new sites name is :
Cassiopeia Rises
http://cassiopeiarises,blogspot.com
If you could change my link it would be great
love,Melanie.