Abortion at seventeen
The shades of black within you surface
before you lose consciousness on the
sanitized bed of the hospital.
No friendly face is waiting outside.
Your age is seventeen… almost.
This is the age of the quick use and throw.
The shades of black make you take an oath,
just before sleep, medicated sleep,
that you won’t attach yourself to
anyone for long. You are cured
from romances, immune from love.
These are the words that belong to past,
I urge to tell more to see if tears
are going to make you less of a goddess
which I think you actually are.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Wild city
The roaming wilderness
has reached your discreet street;
waiting beside the sign
“Speed limit is 40 K.M.”
The wild dialect in which
a citizen speaks to me
is unknown, never studied
and like any strange thing
evokes fear in mind.
While easily yielding
I look to and fro
it is still a city
burning each and every green.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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You kept that very vague, good, I like it very much thank you.
Thank you.
It's hard to make the black go away. Excellent, Kushal.
I agree with Mr. Beck. And now we have an abortion at 27 to contend with don't we.
"You are cured from romances, immune from love." And this is bliss?
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peace
I missed you. Missed your guidance
To not have known love is the saddest thing. There isn't a cure for love; God made it that way.
Your second poem can be considered timeless in the way the masses live. And today Tehran burns whether the signal is green or red.
Good poems.
It is all about love. She was in a black. That is why the second stanza is the white part
Just needed your confirmation, my brother.
This one resonates far more than usual. It is poignant, indeed. Thank you for posting to our group.
Your first reminded me of a tale called The Whimper Of Whipped Dogs by Harlan Ellison~I can't comment further on the topic of it but I can say that you give it emotional volition so that it digs~deep
Thank you for posting to gutterGirls~
(1) A terible time to be alone and suffer the consequebses of impulsive action.
(2) Cities can do that to you.
So many must go that route, then get censored for it. Very well handled.
So much in this poem, and the resonances that occur for decades after. Even the best birth control fails and many a woman must deal with the consequences of this, married, single, older, younger.
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"This is the age of the quick use and throw." - very good writing. I think it can apply not only to the subject's chronological age, but to the age in which we all live, an age when things are used up and discarded in this life faster than ever before. The first poem is fine work.
"Wild City" is a brief picture, a snapshot of a moment in life. You have quite an inner eye, Kushal, that notes these peculiar moments when we think we can see at least a glimpse of reality, as it really is. I enjoyed this poem a great deal as well. Thanks for sharing with The Poet's Circle, as always.
thank you, Poddar, for sharing your feelings with us
Beautiful twin poems Poddar.
I see this so clearly. You did a great job.
beautiful!
You know how to touch the read and make him/her feel and see. Excellent, KU.
Like in your recent poems - this one seems to be working on a different tone/voice. I don't think you are where you want to be yet - but each effort gets the reader a bit closer.
I think the first poem shows the most promise - there is lots of power in the lines as they are - however - Im thinking you want a more naturual/conversational tone, no?
Its nice to see you are not afraid to take risks - you have proven yourself a master of images - and as you work through this - soon I think you will get to where you want
Thank you sir. I want to be there and I am patient. Delighted to see that you have understood the drift.
Very well done. The mixture of emotions was well communicated.
A ". . . naturual/conversational tone . . ." when you write in a foreign language, you don't know.
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Kushal,
Acquiring protective indifference and resolve before "going under". The havoc of emotions faced by lovers who've made this choice has been well captured here. It's an experience that needs artful exploration and I admire your courage and candor to do so.
The accompanying piece feels lonely, the inability to communicate as the city burns on.
It's a powerful duet (and work in progress). You are featured today in The Surreal Circus
Two very thoughtful, and expressive poems. Thank you!
i don't think the black ever goes away
thank you love
What a lovely contribution to the world!
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You encompassed the Yin and the Yang beautifully
Exactly!
I couldn’t let me die
I particularly like the first poem...it says much.
The second is, as Jason says, a brief picture. I like it too. The last line, "burning each and every green" makes me think how some cities defy and deny nature.
Thank you Janny. I am almost living again with your presence. It is a truth.
I like both of these poems, too. In fact, I think each deserves it own separate post. But I also see the yin and yang - the inner dissolving and the outer burning - somehow what's left is essential.
So beautifully, sorrowfully told. Very deep.
On a more real level, I was with my friend as she had an abortion in 1965, just a few months before her 16th birthday.