She filled empty jam
jars
with broken pieces of old walls
that remembered her blank stares and boredom,
and sometimes the jar looked like
rain-kissed window panes
from last night's tear-soaked memory trains,
and some other times
the jar would echo
the happy songs she taught her walls
during her humming sprees.
The lid on top, she thought,
would bottle all the emotions,
but she learnt
love could never be fenced,
for her eyes gave it away,
every time.
with broken pieces of old walls
that remembered her blank stares and boredom,
and sometimes the jar looked like
rain-kissed window panes
from last night's tear-soaked memory trains,
and some other times
the jar would echo
the happy songs she taught her walls
during her humming sprees.
The lid on top, she thought,
would bottle all the emotions,
but she learnt
love could never be fenced,
for her eyes gave it away,
every time.
Vasanthi is a dreamer who
completely enjoys writing and reading poetry, and every piece of her work is
the result of a conversation with her soul.
Dear Vasanthi,
ReplyDeleteJust love the way your poem moves toward its gentle closure.
Do send us more poems!
Blessings,
Michael
Lovely write
ReplyDeleteVasanthi,
ReplyDeleteI find your poem very intriguing!
Vasanthi,
ReplyDeleteOh how I love your poem, especially the line, "love could never be fenced." So powerful. Well done. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Intriguing opening with the pieces of wall. Enigmatic ending. Beautifully observed and portrayed. Looking forward to more of your work. Ralph
ReplyDeleteHi Vasanthi, I believe you have valuable emotional traits
ReplyDeletein this work of art. Broken pieces of old walls, in jars
happy songs she taught her walls, Singing to walls is my
favorite pass time. They listen with out Judgment.
Thanks for sharing your unique take on life.
Yancy