Scraped skin:
Beneath, a layer of pale white.
Fear of the impinging shards
On clusters of vulnerable veins.
And then the loving nod...
Between the quiver and the sigh
Falls the assent of hope.
Streaming with red, my veins,
Orchards of tulips in bloom.
17 comments:
"Between the quiver and the sigh"- love that, Abin.
may you be blessed with peace as well Abin...thank you for visiting my blog.
short..powerful..hopeful..write on..fight on..
amazing expression.
Oh this is SO BEAUTIFUL@ The "assent of hope" and the orchards of tulips in bloom. Glorious.
I like this a lot, Abin. One always has to be able to look around and find HOPE. Your poem crystalizes this thought!
There's so much here that I like that I couldn't begin to name each one. Great piece!
Your ending lines of tulips in bloom are wonderful ~
Happy day ~
May you always find the good...
This poem hints at a much bigger picture, which is left to the reader's imagination. I also like the nod the T.S. Eliot in the second last stanza.
Between the quiver and the sigh
Falls the assent of hope...a beautiful line..
Some really nice lines in here. Fine job. Thanks
mmmmmmm!
Scraped skin:
Beneath, a layer of pale white.
A very telling observation...
Between the quiver and the sigh
Falls the assent of hope.
Very original and beautiful this whole poem
Very vivid and quite powerful. Very well written. Be blessed.
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I just read this again and really liked this stanza:
"Between the quiver and the sigh
Falls the assent of hope."
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