Holes in her dress
analogous to the
rudimentary scabs
on the skin
Some scratched
to let the blood flow
and warm her body
Some intact so the
red is still visible –
coagulated as the
tear salt
in the snow
Her black hair flies
in the misty wind
struggling to escape
her melancholy head
Disturbing the monochrome
of the dusky morning
The broken halo
lay on the ground
next to her feet
She was forgiven
And that made her
a sinner
A Blind Bird 
Oh No …this is unspeakable. Each word is oozing ail. The plight of her is totally poignant. It has deeply stirred my almost settled emotions. “She was forgiven and that made her a sinner”- this tells the blotted out story.
Kudos to you, Light. You have written the subdued in a very beautiful fashion. Stay wonderful!
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Thank you, R! I’m glad you liked it – this is one of my very old poems, so I just re-posted it ’cause well well I’ve been unproductive for days now, maybe it’s because of the exam. So, after Sunday I’ll be back to…’me’, hopefully.
It’s great to have a reader who interprets her own – I love that about you. Thanks so much, my friend!
Much Love and warm hugs!
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My Pleasure, as always. Good to read your old wonders. I was not aware of. I think, I should take a stroll through the erstwhile paths on your blog. Who knows…………chances of bumping into good old treasures are very bright.
Come back in full swing on Sunday evening. Would be waiting for you.
Thanks for your warm hugs. I need them in this cold. Hope you are all done for the exam. 🙂
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Hehe, sure go ahead.
I guess, I am. Thank you, R and many warm hugs for you to kill the London cold! 🙂
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Aww..now this is what kindness is. I would definitely walk through your blog this weekend.
Thanks for the warmth. Feeling better. 🙂 Tell me what do you need from here?
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From London?!! Aw, tea and loads of tea, some television actors (I will send you the list later) and oh…most importantly uhm..Reva, yeah bring her. 😀
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Do send me the list. Tea thing is done. Television actors….they are currently slumbering. Will ask them tomorrow. Reva?? okay. She is ready but few people want her here for some more time. She would definitely come next year to meet you. 🙂
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YES! I’ll be waiting for Reva! ❤
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Love you. Dont tempt me to come sooner with all the love.
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Really moving poem – the “broken halo” great imagery
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Thank you, Z. 🙂
Haha, the poems I write on bad days…melancholic I tell you.
Hope you’re alright!
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But they’re beautiful 🙂
How are you?
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THANK YOU! -return of the caps-
I’m doing okay. The exam but is a bit…worrying, but I am fine. I’ll have to meditate or something…or better still listen to more of Coldplay. XD
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YAY!
AHHH HOPE ALL GOES WELL ❤
AHHH Coldplay! Yes! Oh this morning clocks came onto the radio and I melted 🙂
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HEHE I HOPE FOR THE SAME! ❤
Aww, "Lights go out and I can't be seen…" COLDPLAY – Why are you so perfect? 😀
Refrigerate yourself, Z, we have many more albums to come and that too about heartbreak since Chris Martin and Gwyneth Paltrow have divorced! Ehehehe, Hazar for the sadist me?
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Aww, this is so so… Dark. Its some good poetry really! ❤
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Thanks, Fatina! And thanks SO much for commenting *hops on to your blog for reading the details of the mysterious meeting* hehehe ❤
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LOL ur welcome dude! 😉
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Much to like in this–my fave picks are “tears salt in tbe snow” and the 2nd stanza.
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Thank you kindly. I am very glad that you liked it, P! 🙂
Hope you’re doing well.
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More or less–I’m tired and rather “gray”. Good luck on your exam, by the way–though I don’t operate in “luck”–I’d rather pray a blessing on you, that God will give you a peaceful mind and bring the answers to you as needed. There!
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Aw, thanks P! You’re the sweetest.
And you know, I sensed that you’re in a rather gray mood and that came to me through the poetry you shared on your blog. It was beautiful, as everything sad is, but it was definitely heart-wrenching. I will pray for you too as I don’t run on luck either.
Please smile! 🙂
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Ohhh, I’m smilin’ with you, Baby Girl! (that’s an assumption, I guess–that you’re female….)
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Now that’s good news – and, Oh yes I am! 🙂
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Whew! On occasion I’ve erred on recognizing gender….so embarrassing.
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Hehehe, I have too – it is very embarrassing indeed. 😛
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Wow, this is a great poem, I really didn’t see where it was going until the very end. Well done.
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Thanks so much for the kind words, my friend, it means a lot to me. I’m really glad you liked it! 🙂
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I was curious from “holes in her dress” and completely in awe by “that made her a sinner”. Awesome!
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Oh, thank you very much for reading and commenting! I’m very glad that you found it engrossing! Thanks again! 🙂
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Wow, this reads wonderfully. I am so curious though, why is being forgiven making her a sinner?
Thanks sweetie.
🙂
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Thanks, Staci! 🙂
The idea behind it was how when one admits that it was his/her fault only then do they acknowledge their own guilt…and hence the title bigot ’cause they are firm believers in anything they deem to be correct, so maybe the girl was a bigot and she decided to give up, the halo being a making of her own and breaking of her realisation. Yes, that was it. Silly much? Hehehe
Oh and, don’t forget the Halloween tea party. I need pumpkin shaped cookies!
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Big smile 🙂
Very clever poem indeed.
Not silly at all. Intelligent actually.
Oh, oh, oh, ok I’ll get right to them. To the kitchen I go. Yeah! A Halloween tea party. Can I bring my kids?
🙂
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OH YES! Please do! 😀
Umm…I will go with them for trick or treating, yay!…cool 22 year olds do that right? XD
How old are your kids, Staci?!
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Hahahaha, oh yes, you can go at 22. Your costume can be of a child :-).
I have a seven year old son and a four year old daughter. I’m sure they would love to trick-or-treat with you.
🙂
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Ah, alright. I’ll pass for a kid anyway, consider how tall…sorry how short I am, you know near to hell and all. XD
Aww, do you have a picture of them on your blog? I’d like to see my Halloween buddies. 🙂
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Hehehe.
Yes, I do. You can see my son here:
http://stacilys.wordpress.com/2014/01/03/fftf-food-for-thought-friday-coconut-oat-cookies-and-aspergers-syndrome/
And my daughter here:
http://stacilys.wordpress.com/2014/01/20/smile-on-my-face/
They would love to spend Halloween with you. In Brazil it’s not celebrated. Being that they watch English stuff on the internet and all, they found out about it. They both want to celebrate it with costumes and all.
Hehehehehe.
🙂
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This is very pithy and strong! Well done!
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Thank you, John! You’re far too kind. 🙂
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“Broken halo”, what a beautiful image!!! You write wonderful poems… the last three line are spiritually extremely interesting. Thank you. 🙂 ♥
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Thank you for the generous words, I’m glad you liked the imagery and the last three lines, and found them spiritual. 🙂
Hope you’re doing well! Take care. ♥
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and then the curtains fell! but dayummm D this is powerful stuff!
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Oh, yes! The stage effects. 😀
Thanks, C! You’re always so kind. 🙂
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Great imagery! I like the poem even more after reading the meaning behind it that you wrote to Staci!!
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Oh, thank you so much! You are very kind. And, I am super-glad you liked the meaning behind it too! 🙂
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