“inkblots mutate
to form pictures,
alphabets,
stories
I did not create”
In my mind’s eye
the words are perfectly aligned
arranged and arraigned
tasked to perform prettily
when I sit down to spill ink
they assume shapes of their own
writing stories I did not dictate!
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Thanks a lot, Ruth.
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A profound poem Punam. Beautiful
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Thanks so much, Sadje. šš¼
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Youāre welcome š
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Sounds like one of those days, Punam! ā¤ Well-expressed and relatable! Happy New Year!
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Thanks so much, Cheryl! Happy New year! ā¤ļø
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The picture is heart-rending, and you are so right about inkblots becoming characters we can’t control.
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I am not a picture person but your words inspired my words and needed a picture!
Thank you!
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Wow, Punam, that is a powerful poem. Wonderfully written.š
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Thanks a lot, Jeff!šš¼
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Welcome, Punam. Always my pleasure.š
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Stories that I did not dictate. love the thought Poonam.
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Thanks so much, Moushmi.
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Splendid Punam. You took my breath away ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
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Aww! Thanks for your generous appreciation! š¤ā¤ļøš¤ā¤ļøš·
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My pleasure sweetheart ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Ugly Truths …. by Punam
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Thanks.
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Bc you’re a writer.
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And an instrument in the hands of words.
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Yes!
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ee-yow the self talk we must address, great impact sis!
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Absolutely! Thanks, sis.
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A very powerful poem and picture Punam. It literally screams out loud.
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Thanks a lot, Radhika. I was lucky to find the picture to add impact to my words.
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Awwww sooo touching…i love how your words added life to that photo..
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Thanks so much, dear!
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Isn’t it so, how we see our life stories playing out, and the reality is much of it is out of our control…
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So it is. I am glad I am not the only one to feel so.
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Yes, you are not alone.
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Itās so true š – wonderful poem!!
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Thanks so much, Victoria. š
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Woah, so evocative.
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Thanks a lot, Jude. šš¼
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My pleasure š¼
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Amazing! We are often covered in the opinions of others…
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Yes, so we are! Thanks, Val.
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I lie the openness of your writing.
It is this view, we readers get to see you an your poetic world.
My favourite line in this one is –
when I sit down to spill ink
they assume shapes of their own
Stella
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Thanks so much, Stella. A poet may create all the images she wants but should be honest with her words… that’s what I think.
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I got it on my third read. Its superbly crafted. Wow.
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Thanks so much, Kritika. ā¤ļø
My mistake…I should have elaborated on the challenge.
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My pleasure š (heart)
But I love it the way it is.
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