The wilted bloom…

Words spouted

Meanings twisted

Feelings shredded

Broken hearted

Love thwarted

Insides knotted

Dreams exploded

The bloom wilted

Eyes clouded

With tears blinded

Breathe suspended

Life has ended.

-Shail Mohan (May 2008)

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5 Responses to “The wilted bloom…”

  1. So fast its all over, gone, everything, but then that’s the way it is.

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  2. Yes, Jacob. That’s the way it is. Thanks for dropping by.

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  3. Hi again, Shail–

    The Shail’s Nest just showed me writing about “Run Girl…” at 10 AM in the morning when it is 10PM.

    I just realized that Your poems, like this one, make me want to discuss some of the ideas with you. Like I want to ask you to consider another position. But that is CRAZY on my part.

    These are your ideas and why I enjoy your poems is that you are a thinker. You’re making me think, and strange as it might seem to some others, I find it enjoyable.

    If it wasn’t for ideas and thinking, I don’t know what I would do with my pea-sized brain.

    Gosh, I wish I could write poems. What a great skill, no?

    Best Regards,

    Bob

    Your writing rocks.

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  4. Bob, am glad what I write made you think. I am fond of anything that makes me think, a book, an article, a mail, a conversation…. Thanks for the appreciation! :)

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  5. Thanks for allowing me to appreciate you. :)

    Bob

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