Saturday, July 28, 2007

The Friday Word... "Brittle"

The Friday word is “Brittle” as per Maggie.


Easily slain

His defenses down

Almost evanescent

All she had to do was

Rest her gaze upon him

Her fire incandescent

His being forged in the kiln

His cries lost in the roar

Of her passion

His universe ablaze

As the fires passed

Cooling him down

He floated outside of himself

Feeling himself re-formed

Whose image was he in now?

The words a stinging blow

Leaving their echoes

Resonant within him

Schisms diffusing

Fracturing his being

Into countless shards

Never to be the same again

He was indeed brittle

Should he have come with a warning label?

“Fragile.. handle with care”


Ash said...

LOVE this!

Beautiful writing. Thanks for sharing!

Diana said...

Amazing imagery, Sanjay. You truly have the gift.

Sanjay said...

@Ash thanks much.

@Diana. Thank you for your kind words.

Lotus Reads said...

Hi, Sanjay

How lovely to see another poem from you! You have this wonderful ability to use language and description to evoke a whole range of emotions in your reader, not to mention that you treat us to the most vivid imagery.

This poem with its fiery descriptions has burned itself upon my memory...I will be thinking about it for a long time.

Thank you for sharing it.

Sanjay said...

Hey there Lotus! Thank you so much for your comment. I hope you have had a good weekend?

The imagery comes from what I think is an overactive imagination since my childhood, trying to write things down is a more recent phenomenon that is only started really since Jan '07. :-)

I hope you did not find the poem to be too sad.

Take care.

Sai said...

Lovely poem....amazing and powerful words. I loved it!