The tortured soul writhed in protest
the tormented heart wept unseen
the mind in turmoil raged thus caged
then barked out orders to the hand to spill ink
incoherent thoughts framed
in a chaotic and disorderly writing
staining pages in anguish
the path ahead seemed split and mired in darkness
causing her untold distress
cutting her to the quick
yet she had fallen on her knees in gratitude
for the breath that still rattled her frail body.
Punam, this was incredible! Such powerful lines, gorgeous metaphors…… WOW. How beautifully and painfully you have described a person being tortured. The play of words is so fabulous! I loved this❤❤🌺🌸
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Aww, Ishita! Thank you so much, my dear. Thanks for such wonderful compliments. ❤️🌷🙏🏼
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My pleasure Punam❤ This piece was fantastic😍
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😘❤️
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The juxtaposition of the beginning of the poem with its finale is breathtaking.
“yet she had fallen on her knees in gratitude
for the breath that still rattled her frail body.”
Beautiful work Punam. I don’t know what else to say. It resonates so much with me.
xoxo
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Gabriela! You don’t have to say anything else…that it resonated with you, says it all! Much love, my dear. ❤️🌷😘
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It did resonate with me and it is so beautiful. Enjoy the rest of your weekend 💕🌸💐🤗🌿🙏♥️
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❤️🌷😍
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It is hard to sometimes to find the words to express the turmoil within..and sometimes being able to just write is to be able to just breathe…another well written poem.
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Yes! Yes, exactly that, Heather. Thank you so much. ❤️
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My pleasure!
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So truthful! So beautiful! 💕
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Ah! Thanks a lot, dear Jen. ❤️
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You’re always welcome Punam ❤
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A wonderful coming together of multiple prompts to declare the message of gratitude b
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Thanks a lot, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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Some powerful writing, Punam.
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Feeling very antsy and can’t pinpoint a reason.
Thanks, dear.
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The lockdown has taken its toll.
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It sure has. I hope when this all ends (if, at all!), my sanity will remain intact.
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Fingers crossed. For all of us.
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Yup.
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Wow, that was great. So visual and somewhat surreal..
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Thanks a lot, Fandango.
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The sense of torture so well explained – loved the word play
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Thanks so much, Shantanu.
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My pleasure always
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A beauteous journey through the torment of the opening battle to the closing laced with gratitude. Love it!
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Thanks a lot, Jaya. So humbled that you like it.
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while ever we breath we are still alive but what a torurous twist to get there … you sure take us on a journey sis 🙂
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It can be a torturous journey. As long as the journey starts and ends with my words for the readers! Thanks sis. 🙂
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lol 😎
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So good Punam 😀 I was with you all the way, breathless. Thanks for joining in 😀
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Ah! I hope you caught your breath. 😉 Thanks a lot, Brian. My pleasure. 😀
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yet she had fallen on her knees in gratitude
Really loved this. Indeed, Allah subhanahu wata’aala has blessed us with so much. We must be thankful for it.
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Indeed…so much to be grateful for! Thanks so much. 🙏🏼
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Powerful and truthful, Punam! Brilliant writing and thank you for joining in.
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Thanks a lot, Eugenia! Always a pleasure to participate.
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Wow Wow Wow–5-Star, dear Punam!
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Wows and 5 stars!!! I am blessed!! Thanks a lot, dear L. Much love. ❤️
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Good, I want you to feel blessed everyday!
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❤️🤗
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What ever be the emotion Punam, you bring out the true feelings with your words. Keep writing dear. 💕
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Such a beautiful compliment, Radhika. I am touched. Thanks so much. 🙏🏼❤️
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The catharsis of writing is so eloquently and powerfully stated here. The images in your poem (as well as your use of the prompts, of course) is so masterfully done! Another winner, Punam!
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Dear Irma, you are always so generous! Thank you so much. ❤️
I hope you have been able to find something to keep the kids occupied.
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We are blessed to have some outside space – my youngest is finally learning to ride a two-wheeler! And of course, there is always electronics…(sigh)
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Having outside space is a blessing. I can’t send my younger one to bike in the residential complex because physical distancing seems like an alien concept to him! 🙄
Yeah, there is always electronics…sigh…
I hear ya sister…
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Behind the chaos is power. Well done Poonam.
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Thanks, dear. ❤️
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Those are very powerful verses Punam and the metaphors ..ahh i love it..
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Oh, thank you, Mich! So glad you enjoyed it! ❤️❤️
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‘Staining pages in anguish’
Beautifully expressed the burdened mind.
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Thanks a lot, Kritika. ❤️
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(Heart)
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This is eerie and dexterously written
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Thanks a lot, Jude.
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My pleasure 🌼
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Last night I read several poems on your page….and wrote a long comment on drama of life (sorry, my summarization is always poor), but it evaporated into the websky once I had attempted to upload…let it remain in the space…unseen and unread…
Here is another poem that touched my soul for a different reason…its form changing with emotions…first a few lines with eight stresses and last a few lines with 12 stresses…in between shorter spells…all together it doesn’t carry a structured meterage as common to modern poetry, but there is an adorable flow of ripples…
I sailed through it in a liesurely manner as if I had been enjoying the agony with a dream that it had already vanished or it didn’t bear any power more to suppress rebellious emotions….and I landed on an island of peace, where life had the comfort of blessings…the privilege of being…the sense of belonging to the core…that all senses of anguish or pleasure in material experience are all so illusive, distracting and injurious to the sense that resides deep within…the sole light…the soul light…the truth….like breath, an invisible companion of life….at the end, the poem took us to there…there it found the grace…there it laid the gratitude…
Much pleasure to read !
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Please accept my apologies for the late reply. Your comments are so detailed, it is a pleasure to go through them leisurely. Your insights are deep and profound and I end up reading my own words in new light.
You are very kind with your praise. Thank you so much. Please know that your visits are much awaited.
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Your poetic work deserves praise, if I am to remain honest in conveying…
And pages are for paean…and unplugged….no?
Best regards
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So they are, so they are!
Regards to you too!
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