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Broken Ties


Seas of bottomless blames separates us now,
Words of intimacy sinks without effort,
The unbridged waters keep us apart,
And we glance without a tinge of love.

The towering anxiety hurls my thoughts,
Abrupt hues of blue fill my color pots,
I shall paint your face with my purest hands,
But seldom shall it turn into a masterpiece.

When each ship keeps moving into the port,
I look for your eventual answer,
Often I am left behind with a noisy group
Passing by, and my hands left unheld.

Comments

  1. Natašek5 July 2013 at 13:03

    it's such a bittersweet poem, so familiar. I love the second verse.. and I also like the way it's written, how you make sentences.. and how you say that your hand isn't being held..

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  2. Lisa Williams5 July 2013 at 18:05

    Remarkable description of love leaving , love "I shall paint your face with my purest hands, but seldom shall it turn into a masterpiece."

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  3. Mary6 July 2013 at 04:10

    "And my hands left unheld" says it all! Some 'masterpieces' are only in the mind and heart.

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  4. Brian Miller6 July 2013 at 05:54

    nice wrap around on the hands....i like the painting of the face...and that last stanza holds the emotion for me....the desire to hear from them and feeling left behind the crowd....

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  5. TALON7 July 2013 at 03:28

    Separation from one we love...the yearning to be reconnected...you captured it so beautifully with such stellar imagery.

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  6. Nissa Annakindt7 July 2013 at 04:03

    The picture illustrates the poem. 'Abrupt hues of blue.'

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  7. Mary7 July 2013 at 04:21

    Visiting once again this morning. This poem really captures the sadness of a relationship in flux. "Seas of bottomless blame'" resonates loudly!

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  8. Kerry O'Connor7 July 2013 at 08:18

    The search for answers will keep us poets in business.

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  9. Sherry Blue Sky7 July 2013 at 08:50

    This poem so resonates with those of us who have experienced lonely relationships like this. You have captured it perfectly. So nice to see you in the Pantry, kiddo!

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  10. Anonymous7 July 2013 at 09:28

    Anand this is absolutely stunning, a very vivid and accurate poem about the loss of love, its s gorgeous, breat-takingly, heart-clenchingly gorgeous

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  11. Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger7 July 2013 at 11:31

    This is so beautifully done--vivid and so poignant--

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  12. Scarlet7 July 2013 at 11:47

    I specially like the last verse ~ Nice to meet you ~

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  13. nan7 July 2013 at 12:12

    You have captured well the bleakness of love, lost. The last line is especially lonely.

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  14. Anonymous7 July 2013 at 19:12

    This is so beautiful and moving.

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  15. Madeleine Begun Kane7 July 2013 at 22:21

    You capture the feeling of lonely sadness and lost love so well.

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  16. Aishwarya Magesh11 July 2013 at 02:30

    I know how u feel whn u are left alone from a relationship...You have done a beautiful work here.........

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