Hemostasis
Hopes are white
Nights! I know them black.
I met a man the other day
He sees but never observes.
What is the difference between two lives
When at the end you see black
and the other observes death?
Is the pain any less and certain?
I love to see kites flying
Do they mean independence?
You fly high with your greed strung...
A rooted flight,
How much can you pay for such freedom?
I know I talk gibberish,
I have grown old now.
I see white and black
In stripes of unknown dimensions.
But you?
You have an irreparable wound of shallowness.
I see your blood and that is not blue
Will it ever coagulate? You fear, I laugh.
You can never know how porous you are;
I know.
I saw your soul walking down the street that day.
You were too busy selling your dreams.
SoUmY@
[p.s. -> hemostasis is the cessation of blood loss from a damaged vessel. Coagulation is its defense mechanism
docs, pardon me for if I am wrong]
Nights! I know them black.
I met a man the other day
He sees but never observes.
What is the difference between two lives
When at the end you see black
and the other observes death?
Is the pain any less and certain?
I love to see kites flying
Do they mean independence?
You fly high with your greed strung...
A rooted flight,
How much can you pay for such freedom?
I know I talk gibberish,
I have grown old now.
I see white and black
In stripes of unknown dimensions.
But you?
You have an irreparable wound of shallowness.
I see your blood and that is not blue
Will it ever coagulate? You fear, I laugh.
You can never know how porous you are;
I know.
I saw your soul walking down the street that day.
You were too busy selling your dreams.
SoUmY@
[p.s. -> hemostasis is the cessation of blood loss from a damaged vessel. Coagulation is its defense mechanism
docs, pardon me for if I am wrong]
Comments
You can never know how porous you are;
I know.
I saw your soul walking down the street that day.
You were too busy selling your dreams.
The contrasts drawn, and the comparisons made.. greed strung on that line, a rooted flight!! Oh my, you use words as if you would a dagger!!! Sculpted finely, I'd say!!
And most of all??
Glad, simply glad that you're posting again!!!!!!!!!!!! *Smiling smiling smiling* Cant stop... :) :) :)...
I know.
I saw your soul walking down the street that day.
You were too busy selling your dreams.
brilliance! un-eclipsed brilliance, indeed!!!
period.
Uneclipsed brilliance !!!!!!
You were too busy selling your dreams."
-2 of the best lines that I read in recent times...It coveys more than the rest of the poem..gr8 work thr
“You have an irreparable wound of shallowness.” - :), very deftly written and profound too…
Cannot dissect every line, for the whole is much more beautiful. All I can say is that the thought is beautiful and your magic with words, is well, magic. Strong, bold and daring!
When, and if you can.. :)
http://rambleononon.blogspot.com/2008/11/corridors-of-time.html
And, I see your readership is growing too.. all the more the pleasure is when I visit here :)
Good poem with some style.
For the soul to pour out of a porous body to walk, alone, down the street...
And so many many thoughts in a single poem:
"When at the end you see black
and the other observes death?
Is the pain any less and certain?"
Is it indeed?