Monday 3 December 2012

I let it break


 My beaded chain broke;
The rainbow scattered across,
Like drops of tears that carried stories
Of all colours from an open book
That waited to spill the waves rising
In the pooled images of life from across
And from within that stitched in colourful patterns,
To my attire that revealed me.

My beaded chain broke,
When I embraced the thorny rose plant
Of life, Coloured beads scattered over,
Over grass of green turning them to buds
Of rainbow colour
I closed them in my books
To scatter myself in colours
And bloom into life
When black and white shadows
Will pay their visits fleetingly,
Yes my beaded chain broke
And I let it break.

24 comments:

  1. Very nicely done. There are some really cool lines here, especially in the second stanza, over grass of green turning the to buds of rainbow color, to scatter myself in colours, when black and white shadows will pay their visits fleetingly. Great choices and love the relation between the stanzas. Strong write. thanks

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    1. Thank you Fred... sometimes these feelings are strong.

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  2. the repetition worked nicely in this , really helped set the tone :)

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  3. Sometimes we don't realise that we ourselves need to break free of what holds us back so that we can move ahead with our lives. I let out a huge sigh as I read the last line... you freed yourself.
    Loved all of the colours in this. The bravado and the rising to meet life.
    Great poem.

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    1. Thank you so much Bren, to break free is such a good feeling...

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  4. Oh my, oh my, oh my! I love this so much! The rainbow of you in and out of books bloomed and rebloomed--to allow yourself to take up space and splash Light all over it expansively! What a message, what a visual! Is it in your art as well?

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    1. thank you so much Susan ..you made my day...I love colors and I try to do in canvass too...

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  5. sometimes we just have to let it break

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  6. Your words carry beautiful tales of human emotions and sentiments. I am a FAN of your poems now. There is so much I get to learn. Please write more and more :-)

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  7. Those beads each will have a life of their own....the chain may have 'broken,' but the beads will live on!

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  8. You let it break, you let yourself free. 'Free' is a feeling quite difficult to express. Beautifully written, Sreeja!

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  9. so beautiful Sreeja... stepping into reality... the ups and downs... sorrows and joys... this is embracing life.

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  10. you are maturing as a poet and this poem is a lovely manifestation of that.I especially the liked the first stanza.keep writing and keep honing your craft.

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  11. I like the acceptance and grace of your words ~ Sometimes these broken chains and shadows give depth and soul to our writing ~ So write in colour and patterns, its lovely ~

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  12. 'I closed them in my books
    To scatter myself in colours
    And bloom into life
    When black and white shadows
    Will pay their visits fleetingly,'

    My favourite lines, beautiful!

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  13. WOW! I so love this poem! "My beaded chain broke, when I embraced the thorny rose plant of life....and I let it break".....truly wonderful!

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  14. So beautiful...you let the beads break upon life's thorns. You chose to live when life only wanted you to go dark...Such a great way to think and live!!

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  15. This is a lovely treatise, embracing responsibility via metaphor. Nicely done.
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/12/03/therein-lies-the-answer/

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  16. i love how the chains break when you embrace life....also like the in and out of books...ha...that is me as well....nicely done...

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  18. This made me think of the, "mysterious-glue," that holds all our atoms together and if it somehow just came undone that we'd all...everything would just shatter into a zillion fragments of rainbow colors.

    Cool poem indeed, sreeja!

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