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Abuse, Change, Dark, Effect, Endurance, Hardened, Incidents, Lifeless, Living dead, Magpie Tales, Situation, Sudden, Trauma
Ms. Purity was her name
In honeyed milk she bathed
And in gold, was swathed
Much far reached her fame
Joyful was this youth…
Then came a horrid storm
And snatched her near and dear
Thus left with a mind unclear
She strayed from every norm
Then nothing was the same…
What was once soft and clean
Soon was wrought and shaped
Only to be tossed and raped
By hands too rough and mean
Amorphous was her form…
Shattered from this fall
Mildewed in nasty truth
She now stood sans all ruth
A hardened brick in the wall
At living death, she gaped…
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All in all she was just another brick in a wall and that really sucked. I hope she freed her soul.
Devastationaly told, Kavita.
xo
I hope so too, Jannie… Bless her.. (sigh)
Oh what a sad tale…you weave with these words my friend.
Unfortunately, this is true for many a woman… and that really sucks! 😦
Like a Jack the Ripper tale of left of the living dead…young women in to made aware of the traps they can place themselves in…maybe this piece will give some insite….bkm
Alas, some women do indeed live through this hell.. 😦
Excellent poem Kavita.
The subject matter very strong and the words you used entended the kind of desperate and slightly tragic theme.
Oh.. thanks, Richard… as tragic the theme, I am glad you liked my portrayal of it here… (what a wrong word word to use 😦 )
A plant ravaged by flood; a love confronted by an untimely death, leaves her with hope misplaced, as she strive seemingly alone this life to redefine. At such a time the liar in drag would with consoling arms
of decent intrude leaving in its wake another anomaly to reconcile. Does love, does compassion even exist? Kindred Spirit, family, you are one of us, and we strive never alone; stilled too oft, we strive and that is accomplishment enough.
Amen to that, Sam…
Thank you for your wonderfully insightful words here, my friend..
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Woww… thanks!!! I see you got inspired by this piece.. thanks for the mention, Sam..
sadness written with a strong voice ..
thanks for the appreciation, Nimue… xoxo
Nice lines. These lines remind me of two things, First, William Wordsworth and his Lucy.
Second, the movie Malena.
It’s heartening to see how the world devours a person when the opportunity is to uplift that person.
Nice read.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Gee.. Anshul, I am really flattered, simply by the fact that this poem reminded you of such amazing works! Thanks for just saying that!!
Yup.. it’s quite odd that this world (with us in it) works in real funny way(without any mirth in it) !
Thanks for your insights here, my friend.. they are much appreciated!
Hello dear!
it’s been too long since i’ve been around here 🙂 you certainly can still weave a story. “Mildewed in nasty truth..” –what an image!
Wooohooo… it’s SO GOOD to see you here, dear!! How have you been?
I am so glad you liked this poem… gee.. thanks for your kind and appreciative words, my friend…
xoxoox
oh dear…well done, but so sad
Alas, sad it is… thanks nonetheless, Kathe.. your comments are much appreciated, sweetie!
Whoa. Fabulous, Kavita.
Gee.. thanks, thingy!!!
xoxo
A deep and dark piece of a dark time. great piece!
Oh.. thank you ever so much, Tekia… you are very kind..
powerful, a living death. wow.
Glad to see you creative juice run wild…
Happy Weekend.
😉
hahaha/….thanks, Ji.. your words are much appreciated!
A wonderful story told.. errr with some dark shades poured in!
It seemed those bricks came alive as I reached the last line- living death. Seemed those bricks stood witness to all that had happened and then shared the tale with you..
Wait, how you did communicate with him..? O-O
Okay- runnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
xxx
Dark is me, Girl!! 🙂
I see you read tooooo deep into this one… but you read it right… as ever!
Those bricks spoke to me alright… I have no idea how! 🙂