Now I know why she still neatly stores the
flesh less, vein less, bloodless skeleton of a past relationship.
For she has seen the fullness of her body tamed by practice and will
And those men, sleek like drones, hovering, casting shadows,
with mouth like a dark cavern, gleaming uneven teeth,
hands swaying like a hooded snake;
also that child around her
with bright dreamy eyes, jumping like a young goat,
the unseen umbilical cord palpable.
So, she watchfully draws a perfect vermillion circle
in between her eyebrows
and goes about in cleaning the carcass of an old forgotten love.
She often would powder those ashen love words
and put some naphthalene balls
and synthetic fragrance to keep away the stench.
To survive
she clings to a love
that no longer has a soul, or a body
but a few lifeless rotting cadavers.
Note:
" a perfect vermillion circle in between her eyebrows" -- a symbol of marriage for most Indian women.
19 comments:
An interesting musing on dedicating a virtual mausoleum to love! Intriguing perspective!
What a sad place to be. Unable to let go and unable to try again. Captured nicely.
dark and blue..
Weakest LINK
Wow, this got my old brain working......what an interesting perspective! I especially love the ending.......
I certainly pondered the realities of loving one over the long course of time after reading this piece. I've been in a loving relationship for 35 years, so I understand the shifting sands and changing tides of love. Nice write.
A beautiful write, my dear.
you know...i know a few that do just this...i can think of a few honorable reasons one might, but i think your intended may be the other...we maybe remember a time when it was good and hope, or we have created a nice fantasy in our minds of what it was...or an emotional feeling attached b/c we felt wanted...very nice verse....
Very profound..loved this.
this sounds so sad. well told.
beautifully sad...
loved it...:)
take a nature walk,
let go,
bless you.
The ties of her past relationship are still keeping her bound and it is therefor so ironic that the only freedom for this poor soul is the perfect vermillion circle
she draws between her eyebrows. A woman doing all she can to survive yet doing so without living. Potent!
Wondrous poem
This makes me want to sing to you.
What a sad, sad, place to be.
How can she ever hope to move on when this still-undead love is haunting her?
A disturbingly beautiful write :)
Beautifully penned,exquisite imagery.
Hi Dear Lady, dear busy bee!
You know what they say about all work and no play? Happy Womans Day to you (on this day and only this day we may celebrate our womanhood) :D
*chuckles* I love being a woman!
Another powerful poetic piece about a past & sad relationship between a man and a woman, her memories and her only escape tied to that love which was not love at all.
This line speaks by itself: "For she has seen the fullness of her body tamed by practice and will."
The day women are not marked anymore like beasts, we'll be free.
A hug, dear.
Deep! A very interesting write. Great work.
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