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Frayed strings.
Broken blades of grass.
Shears open wide.
Dead eyes see stars.
Motor running.
The arms are lifted.
Destruction and death.
Fire ignominiously sprayed.
The lungs get bloated up.
And the heart stops breathing.
The eyes slit closed.
Noose left strung.
An unseen spectre.
Floating towards brightness.
The spirit deadened alive.
Opens bleeding eyes to the Sun's caress.
PS. This poem is loosely referenced to Bardo Thodol, better known as The Tibetan Book of the Dead. The essential theme of the book is about rebirth. 'Bardo Thodol' literally means 'Threshold of Liberation'.
To bring something new, the previous must be destroyed. There is no renewal without death.
This poem has been written for the OSI prompt, Renewal.
23 comments:
This was both powerful and visual. Excellent job.
I was thinking on writing on the lines of renewal because I think that is one drug that has kept me alive for so long.
I could visualize the poem and I knew the end even before I began reading it. Could be because I know you too well. :)
Awesome write. Well done!
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transformation of any sort is about death first indeed!
happy gooseberry day!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/12/21/les-miettes-dun-passe/
@anthonynorth : Thank you very much. :)
@Marbles in My Pocket : Thank you. :)
@lynnaima : Yes, of course. Death isn't permanent. It may only be called a transition.
@Enchanta : Possibly. Probably, in fact. When I think of renewal, this is what first comes to my mind.
powerful imagery. a slide show began in front of my eyes while reading this. awesome:)
A striking one...
Right in there!!
@Kirti : Thanks a lot. I tried. :)
@Preml : Thank you. :)
Intense imagery. I kind of didn't like the breaking up of lines in the first stanza (but many people don't like how i break mine up and I really don't care because I like it the way I make it...so don't change. I just am saying what came to my mind :-P)
But intense,intense.
Lovely way of portraying renewal...a fiery renewal.
@Antara : Well, to each his own, I suppose. I don't read my own poems much after I write them. I read the first verse again and it still makes as much sense to me as when I wrote it. :)
And thanks for your words. :)
No no I just meant the phonetic quality. Words are beautiful and make sense wonderfully :-)
but you are right. As i said, many a times people don't like the way I break my lines up although it sounds fine to me :-P
Don't mind my blabber :-P
p.s. Miss you guys on twitter
@Antara : Oh, alright. Honestly, I never paid attention to such detail. I just imagine the words as objects and they make some sort of sound to me. I use them if it's visually appropriate and sounds appropriate. I have little knowledge of classical poetry writing methodology.
And no, I do mind the blabber because it comes from an equal. :)
PS. I can't access Twitter at the office at the moment. :-/
Oh I don't have much knowledge either!!! Just the way it sounded to my ears.
But I do blabber a lot
p.s. Oh that sucks. :-|
@Antara : :)
PS. :-/
deep intense and powerful
@zongrik : Thank you.
Dark, with great imagery. Last stanza was great. And again, loved the background info given at the end.
@Aayushi : Thanks a lot. :)
The information, of course, is true.
powerful word flow, smiles.
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Beautiful and profound. :)
@Neha : Thank you. :)
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