Friday, April 21, 2006

Betrayal of the muse

A fluttering letter on the desk
Edging to fly out
Held together by the will
Of an ugly letter-head

A heart of stone
Chipped at the sides
And black as the night
Barely holds his weak resolve

He pauses, looks down and pulls the paper
And tears it as the stone falls down
The heart breaks into a million pieces
His tenth attempt at a poetry submission


kamal said...
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RS said...

The last line kind of wakes the reader up! We keep thinking it's going to reveal a tragically broken heart or something like that and we are fooled :)

RTD2 said...

Very nice...I like the middle verse a lot.
My friend (a poet) says is a sure fire, if dubious, way to 'get published' if you ignore the requests for money and the fifty million 'poet of the year' awards they give out :)

Niranjan said...

Fine piece! as always :-)

sd said...

Nice. I liked the second verse quite a bit.

Pragya said...

Really fine writing!


Nocturne said...

alas, they don't know what they're missing!