Saturday, March 04, 2006

Seven sketches of a scene

Lately, my 18 yr old nephew is
wearing his broken heart on
his sleeve, pathetically
mourning his being dumped.
What do I tell him?
That being discarded
runs in our genes?
That I’d been given the stiletto heel six times?
That I’ve probably got the
most articulate/literate singeing
put offs ?
How then I had wished it were as simple as in
some enlightened tribes, where the woman just
keeps his shoes outside the
house and the man gets the message.
And stays away.
No drama. No prosy stuff. Simple.
But I say nothing to him.
A lovers hurt to him/ her is, the
most painful of all in the world.
He deserves his
legitimate quota of depression.
I won’t stop him
from wanting to drown
in his toe deep sorrows.


Thinking of you
I can still feel the reverberations
of the crack up surging through me.
The fault lines have vanished into the horizon.
But I can never get that far
to be immune
to the after shocks.


Some of us ooze so much bathos,
we should have a stay away alert sign
around our necks:
“Caution, don’t throw crumbs of kindness.
Character likely to melt in gratitude.
Please move on…”


The ripples continue.
Long after the motion has ceased.
Defying laws of physics.


One mans misery is
another’s muse.


Blues have many hues.

Blues make bad news.


Blogger Ubermensch said...

You have a penned yourself into a
special niche with your words.
Loved this one,
so here goes my response...

we part,she says, I have nothing more to offer you.
Actually thats not true,he replies
if you wish, you can offer to
feed on my future
with your memories.
she replies, dont you know
women always remember the past,
we stand even.

11:26 AM  
Blogger Inkblot said...

oops. my name is blue!

lovely poetry.

12:21 AM  
Blogger temppixie said...

Your hurt and pain still shines through, but you tinge it with humour, which is always a good start! It is the same for women, we handle it differently tho. More post mortems with our girlfriends, more, 'he wasn't right for you, you deserve better etc'Thats what I like about blogging, 'it all comes out!' Thanks for kind comments on blog!

5:09 AM  
Blogger Sarah said...

isn't it amazing how we've all been there.

#2 (holy fucking beautiful)

9:50 PM  
Blogger Prmod Bafna said...

Nice! The pain does shine thorugh in those wonderful points.. lovely!

3:24 AM  
Blogger ~River~ said...

All of deserve our legitimate quota of (heartbreak) depression. Especially at a certain age.

7:30 AM  
Blogger bittersweet said...

“Caution, don’t throw crumbs of kindness.
Character likely to melt in gratitude.
Please move on…”

Heehee... this bit made me laugh!

8:34 AM  
Blogger Ardra said...

yea, each one of us have to go thru the grieving- doesnt matter how many ever there will be the "been there- done that" -

“Caution, don’t throw crumbs of kindness.
Character likely to melt in gratitude.
Please move on…”

loved these lines

actually, loved all of them...its like
how the simplest words just catches u by the scruff-

12:21 AM  
Blogger Enemy of the Republic said...

Enjoyed this one, SF--your poetry moves into important realms of thought that a lot of us won't talk about.

6:04 AM  
Blogger Jemima said...

Love it.

12:56 AM  

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