Plumblines are useless
naked eyes can’t see
colourless chaos
swirling within
corralled in a small space
a brobdingnagian,
bottomless void;
absence does that
sitting by the phone
willing it to ring
for a voice to fill it
pain drips slowly
Today’s challenge is to write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet.
What do you see # 129 – April 11, 2022
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The pain in the last verse is palpable and the longing in this piece–concrete–hurts.
So well crafted Punam.
Thank you for a new word–have added ‘brobdignagian’ to my list of new words:)
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Thanks a lot, Arti! Went back to school days looking for this word. 😊
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Great response to the prompt. Meaningful.
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Thanks, Lamittan.
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Welcome, my friend. Always.
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It’s always hard, waiting on that call, because we don’t want to believe, that the other individual had, forgotten about us…
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True that!
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I too learned a new word today, brobdignagian! The pain and emptiness is so heartfelt. Thanks for joining in my friend
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Thanks, Sadje. My pleasure.
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💕😍
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I really felt this one. Love it, Punam 💕🙂
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Thanks so much, Harmony. ❤️😊
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Punam this is indeed something big! The void of loneliness and longing come through these words clearly!!
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Glad it did, Val. So appreciate your comment.
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The wait and longing is always so long and never-ending. Well penned Punam!
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Thanks a lot, Radhika.
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Those empty spaces just keep expanding. Waiting is, indeed, endless. (K)
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It sure is.
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A poem entitled “Absence” could be left blank/empty. The imagination is very large.
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Imagination is certainly large but blankness is not poetry for me. 🙂
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From my perspective anything can be poetry/song/picture. That doesn’t mean it is. “Can” is full of potential as well as worms.
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Lol I wouldn’t like to open a can of worms with a rebuttal!
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There is always that potential! 🤣
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😂😂
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Waiting is always difficult, if not always painful. A big word, a small space and the waiting is palpable.
corralled in a small space
a brobdingnagian,
bottomless void;
absence does that
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Thanks so much, Smitha.
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The first line truly gabbed my attention and startled me – Plumb lines are useless.
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As far as measuring the emptiness left by absence is concerned.
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You’ve expressed deep pain elegantly and beautifully, my dear Punam. A lovely write, and take. ❤️
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Jeff, thanks, my friend. ❤️
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And you chose something huge! Nice work weaving ‘brobdingnagian’ in there! 💖
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Ingrid. ❤️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful and cutting poetry Punam,
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Thanks a lot, Jude.
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Amazing take Punam.
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Thanks a lot, Usha.
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Enjoy your writing, my pleasure.
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Ok, first of all, Punam – you are an amazing poet. Second of all, I’ve never heard “brobdingnagian” before – this is totally new to me!
❤
David
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David 🥰…thank you.
I just went back to my childhood and dredged that word from Gulliver’s Travels. 😊❤️
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Punam, you really captured the emotions here. Waiting for the phone to ring can be excruciating!
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