Layer by layer, he chiselled the surface, hardened over time. Now time had no meaning, but for his work. Destruction, construction, it was not for him to decide. On his feet lay the debris, powdered monument, was it? Nothing made sense any more, only the task, burdened with overcast ripples of thumbed ocean.
only a chipped thought
flies away to the cerulian sky
sacred invasion
His skin had that sheen, although weathered. He was the monument, and its love, which none remembered. If memories had a tapestry, he would win hands down. But memories, for him, were traps of fire, a quagmire, with no immediate escape.
swat flying creatures
they can't take you far away
you will die anyway
I close the chapter, with a snap, find my fingers breaking the spine. Horrified I observe the pages falling apart, just like the miniscule powders of stones, flying around him. Not bothered, he hammers the ground now. When the earth shakes, he laughs out loud, a sound I had forgotten. I like the crying earth, the bursting sky, awaiting for water to engulf me.
oceans are so hungry-
always swallow those stones
whole city underneath
Dust to dust with some brush strokes of love in between! And there is somehow an elusive Atlantis hovering in here too! A fascinating piece of writing!
ReplyDeleteGreat destructive force in this poem. I love your use of words!
ReplyDelete"His skin had that sheen, although weathered. He was the monument, and its love, which none remembered."
ReplyDeleteYes. So true. In long run nothing matters. Yet all efforts are to leave memory.
Deeply philosophical.
Very interesting! I love this--lost cities.
ReplyDeleteLoved the last one the best.Ruined monuments of the past speak out volumes.
ReplyDeleteLoved the mixture of prose and haiku. All is dust and destruction in time. I saw myself as a mayfly living for but a day in the whole gamut of time.
ReplyDeleteThanks Gautami for such a wonderful and thought provoking write on 'Monument'.. I think all of us have to finally leave our mark behind ..our footprints..before becoming a part of dust..
ReplyDeleteI am giving a standing ovation to this..
very beautiful :) the wordplay was fantastic..!
ReplyDeletegood to see u again at HH, Gautami! :D
Loved the way you wove together the prose and poems.
ReplyDeleteInsensitive haiku
I like your treatment here Gautami! This is just unique and beautiful! What a rendition to the monument prompt!
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I loved the mix of this, wonderfully written!
ReplyDeleteInspired by your words:
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may be more sacred than
a whole one
Sacred Rubble
I like what you have to say about monmuents. I have read and reread this and thought, "yes," many different ways. We destroy to create.
ReplyDeleteWhat a unique poem, and powerful, too...the way you set up had such an impact. Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteLearnt about Haibun today. Thank you for that Gautami!! It was a wonderful read!!
ReplyDeleteVivid words...enjoyed reading this piece.
ReplyDeleteThe final haiku is a gulp of a poem. The selection of detail leaving me breathless. Entropy. Force(s). Dust. So rich. Thank-you.
ReplyDeleteAn impressive measurement of time indeed.
ReplyDeletePlease have a wonderful start into the new week.
daily athens
very powerful and skillful poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written gautami!.. a haibun form of poetry
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure this is my favorite of your poems. I love the rub of myth against the real, and the sound of breaking spines and shaking stones. Terrific read!
ReplyDeleteTami, just loved all the poems. What a great way to use all the prompts.
ReplyDeleteMelanie
strong throughout ... love the idea of a "chipped thought"
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JP/deb
I enjoyed reading this...!
ReplyDeleteLovely Haibun this form is really catching on you did a beautiful job! I could almost see da Vinci sculpting away while reading.....
ReplyDeleteWonderful way with words...you have played with them much to my satisfaction
ReplyDeleteYou are of super kind.. Loved your take..
ReplyDelete--Someone Is Special--
Loved this- very creative use of the prompt! Great read~
ReplyDeleteYou are an amazing writer. I too loved the way you wove the poems with your prose. I found it to be like an antique script of a larger work.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and tragic.
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glad to have stopped by otherwise i would have missed this... luv the direction your writing is going,as if you suddenly found a set of wings... or is it the haibun complements a wonderful weave to yr writing... the richness of your words
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