On life and its vagaries

Remembering loss

with 4 comments

Some one terribly cruel


A twig

With splayed ends

Into our being

It’s a dumb disturbance

A gaunt presence

It’s positioned

Either lengthwise

Or crosswise within…………

We don’t know how

Then, when it begins to crisscross

It’s no more single

It begets others like itself

It becomes a multiplicity


It is not even that

It  becomes transmuted into

A hellish red sun-

In fission

Stacking up heat waves…….

Going ballistics………

Our being splits



Written by Sam

October 8, 2009 at 12:34 pm

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  1. very interesting.. they say misery needs company and always finds out company.


    October 9, 2009 at 5:03 am

  2. It’s about remembered pain actually.

    Pain sits like a broken twig insides, when it multiplies it creates something like an atomic fission inside us, sending shock waves through our being. Our mind crumbles.

    I have written about pain before in Woe. So there was a lack of interest. It’s really bad verse.


    October 9, 2009 at 1:42 pm

  3. so true..


    October 10, 2009 at 3:43 pm

  4. Quite


    October 10, 2009 at 5:27 pm

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