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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.

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

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

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

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  7. 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. The search for answers will keep us poets in business.

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

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

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

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  14. This is so beautiful and moving.

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

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

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