Monday, November 29, 2010

a.m.b.i.t.i.o.n



dreams that were surrendering

opened their eyes. A new wave

passed by like a jungle goddess


bookshelves of     burdened

wisdom that was

too pricey to keep


closed themselves to the world

to nurture

the fuzzy stuff


smoke in a pristine morning

shatters the perfect lie



~Proma

5 comments:

Nothing but "Ficus" said...

Is your poem supposed to have some obscure meaning, or am I just being daft?

Nothing but "Ficus" said...

What I meant to say is, try as i might, I can't figure out what its inner meaning could be.

Proma said...

Let me give you a hint- this one is about nurturing your deepest and most valuable dreams, despite failures, temptations, and most importantly, the myth of happiness. Or rather, what makes you really happy.

When you're about to give in, what makes you get off the ground and start again?

Proma said...

I also tried a more modern style than my usual. The use of spaces before 'burdened', fragmentation, and less use of punctuation etc.

It is harder to understand than traditional poetry.....

Your feedback is very important, so I know how much meaning a poem actual conveys to the reader.

Priya Shankar said...

I'm with nothing but "ficus" it's difficult to see exactly what issue you are getting at with this, but there are still some beautiful sentiments... "bookshelves of burdened wisdom that was too pricy to keep"... I really like that!