Somewhere, somehow, find myself Ambling, plodding, trudging; Have I lost my way? Have I lost something else? Left with pieces, Pieces of the puzzle, Muted, jagged reminders, Lying asunder, Inert and wanton.
i would hardly call your poems feeble attempts at writing!!!
this one was powerful stuff... putting back the pieces together especially when they are made of glass can be quite a painful experience.... but something we have to go through with, don't you think?
hmmm...painful..rather a weird disoriented feeling..not having a clue as to what do you do next.. actually was thinking of writing a longer comment on your poem, it sort of triggered a sense of ..oh..not this..not this sparring...it starts of, all sunny and adrenalin pumped...leaves you in one helluva sticky messed up entangled web...
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i would hardly call your poems feeble attempts at writing!!!
this one was powerful stuff... putting back the pieces together especially when they are made of glass can be quite a painful experience.... but something we have to go through with, don't you think?
hmmm...painful..rather a weird disoriented feeling..not having a clue as to what do you do next..
actually was thinking of writing a longer comment on your poem, it sort of triggered a sense of ..oh..not this..not this sparring...it starts of, all sunny and adrenalin pumped...leaves you in one helluva sticky messed up entangled web...
n thanks for the overlooked compliments (if they were!). :)
i know exactly what you mean...
but i guess you just have to disentangle yourself and keep going... because when you look around you realise that nobody has waited back for you!
keep writing
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