Sunday, November 6, 2011

dVerse Poetics - Play with Color

Victoria of dVerse Poets Pub has prompted us to Play with Colors and paint our poems.









LIFE IN RED, BLACK AND GREY.

She birthed him
With her blood
She gave him
Life, love rife.
He brought her
Joy, meaning to her being
Grew up to be
Strong & determined.
She greyed and withered
Fought a disease unheard
She sought his strength
Energy & desire to fight,
Only to see him grow apart
Blind to her needs,
Abandoning her when
She was in pain.
She waged a war within
Her heart heavy with longing.
He was beside her
As she was reckoning
With her maker…
Oblivious to his presence.
She passed on with
A broken heart
He did not value her
In life or when she
Was done with her part.
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12 comments:

  1. Savira GuptaNovember 6, 2011 at 2:25 PM

    How tragic...

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  2. ClaudiaNovember 6, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    it's sad he wasn't there when she needed him..there's just no guarantee that our kids return the love we gave them.. for my part i hope they will and happy when they do but think it's nothing we can claim...strong write here with heavy emotions and great how you wove in the colors..

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  3. Dave KingNovember 6, 2011 at 2:48 PM

    Some nice things here: "She greyed and withered", for example.

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  4. The PoetNovember 6, 2011 at 2:55 PM

    Hello.
    Oh how sad.
    I agree with Claudia...we make the children, but we do not make their minds. We may love them with every ounce of life we have in us, but it's never a guarantee they will love us the same way.

    Poignant & bittersweet.

    Thanks for sharing, visiting & following.
    I always try to return the kindness & am following you too.

    Heaven Is You

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  5. The PoetNovember 6, 2011 at 2:58 PM

    Hello again.
    Just wanted to congratulate you on your award too!
    Well done!

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  6. JANUNovember 6, 2011 at 4:43 PM

    Thanks Savira for visiting.

    Thanks Claudia, Dave and Andy.

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  7. Brian MillerNovember 6, 2011 at 5:06 PM

    ugh...parents give so much, at least some do, and often it is not appreciated until later...i know it was that way with me...nice emotional line to this one...

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  8. Manisha BhatiaNovember 6, 2011 at 7:06 PM

    How deep is that!! Nice janaki, we shud not expect too much is d reality of today!!

    My blessings with you!!

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  9. LiveHigh Commercial Property Listing & BeyondNovember 6, 2011 at 7:35 PM

    Heart tearing Janu, but you write so beautifully. She birthed him with her blood..

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  10. JANUNovember 7, 2011 at 10:14 AM

    Oceangirl...thank you.

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  11. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryNovember 7, 2011 at 9:19 PM

    a sad story well told.

    fantastic piece.

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  12. AnonymousNovember 10, 2011 at 6:37 AM

    The colors you chose to portray the sadness of this poem work so well. Unfortunately, this happens all too often. Victoria

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