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Strayed

Courtesy - The Mag


The carefully stacked books
and all the disarray leftover,
Her clothes; still smelling almonds,
The room - sour and bitter!

A vivid screen shows smiles,
Life - hidden unredeemed
inside my memorial chasms,
Where her body is laid to rest.

Loss - dire and complete,
Eats my perpetual joys,
Mutilates my clarity of thoughts,
And leaves me alone every time.

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  1. Vandana Sharma27 April 2014 at 23:45

    A nice perspective...........

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  2. Anonymous28 April 2014 at 01:49

    Pretty much describes my mood right now. Beautifully written!

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  3. Sumana Roy28 April 2014 at 02:02

    nicely done...

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  4. Jinksy28 April 2014 at 02:18

    How right you are - the picture does shout' absence'...

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  5. Locomente28 April 2014 at 03:43

    Very beautiful...
    Picturesque!

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  6. Berowne28 April 2014 at 04:12

    In a word - excellent...

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  7. Helen28 April 2014 at 08:53

    Your poem is thought-provoking and deep ...

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  8. Anand S Unni28 April 2014 at 09:02

    Thanks people.! :)

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  9. Helena28 April 2014 at 11:41

    I felt the loss. Nicely penned.

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  10. Sherry Blue Sky28 April 2014 at 11:55

    This perception of the photo makes me sad for the poor dog, who is mourning her absence. So well done.

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  11. Susie Clevenger28 April 2014 at 15:02

    There is that feeling of absence in the photo and waiting....a powerful interpretation of the image.

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  12. Belva Rae Staples28 April 2014 at 17:51

    You are so perceptive. It certainly does look lonely there.

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  13. hyperCRYPTICal29 April 2014 at 01:04

    An excellent from me too.
    Anna :o]

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  14. kalpana solsi29 April 2014 at 10:28

    inside my memorial chasms,
    Where her body is laid to rest.
    Powerful lines and she is being missed and remembered.

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  15. Susan Anderson30 April 2014 at 09:17

    Sad and rather beautiful.

    =)

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  16. Tess Kincaid1 May 2014 at 10:47

    Beautiful and poignant take...

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  17. Cait O'Connor1 May 2014 at 13:46

    So sad, so well written.

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  18. Anand S Unni18 May 2014 at 09:33

    Thank you people. :)

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