Oyster days (WWE)
Can she remember her days
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city
where her painted dwelling
overlooks the marine-drive,
now resembles a pearls’ string
with all those inviting lights.
She has friends for parties, chats,
for cheers and for gossips;
now that she has opened up.
A small town is there
in her deepest memories.
Can she remember her days
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Does she remember her days
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting;
when calamities come
like swift toed stranger wearing
a galling grin and knowing,
she has no protective shell
of zinc, iron, calcium?
The needle marks and habits
are washed at the rehab.
Doctor prescribes this or that,
for stress, for mind and for health.
She almost laughs at a pill.
It is boasting to be made
out of oyster elements.
All is coming back to her.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Comments: 47
Sad. So many ruined lives.
Life comes hard to some, you awaken, feel the pain and dream about going back to sleep.
flowing words weave tales
I absolutely love your poetry Poddar!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Good poem, Poddar. Vivid imagery!
powerful imagery.
I love the repeated line and metaphor. This is an easy one to relate. Thank you for posting to our group. This is one of your best.
Good one sad
"now resembles a pearls' string/with all those inviting lights" is absolutely breathtaking. When I was initially reading the poem, that image alone stopped me dead in my tracks. One of the best poems I've read from you in some time and further evidence of your considerable talents. Thanks for sharing with The Poet's Circle.
This is so powerful. I really like it
that is sad. so many lives ruined by drug abuse.
i love the use of oysters in this poem...speaks volumes of sad beauty
Not sure that I know what to say right now, a very moving piece.
Kushal,
And in the end, nothing protects us from ourselves, does it? You write this so well, as your usual.
Marilyn
Catch 22, the shell protects, but you can't see the oyster's pearl while it is inside. This poem has many currents to enjoy.
I loved the imagery from this poem. I also saw it from many different angles as I read it again and again. I see so many points to it. Thank you for sharing your great talent and amazing poetry with us. Peace
Nicely done kushal,there are so many lifes ruined by stuff.
You do stress current problems of our modern society very well and artistically.
Kushal, there is one thing I have noticed about your poems. You are able to put a strong sense of empathy into them, and I appreciate that.
I think Kimber said it all. Great job, poddar :)
lives unbound~sigh
Thank you for posting to GutterGirls~
Very, very powerful, Kushal, and an excellent use of Susan's WWE prompt...Excellent. Superb, in fact.....
I was waiting for youe comment for two and half days... now I can relax. You have got a mail.
I was just busy...Sleeping and such, but mostly errands and phone calls, reading and writing offline.
And back to reading and writing offline in a few minutes...
I enjoyed your poem Poddar. Thanks for posting it to SeashellWorld.
Some do throw the gift of life away. A sad one.
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I like this Ku. Good use of words to conjure images.
thanks
Very sad, yet wonderfully written.
...this made me cry
there is only one protective shell in my life is my mother!
Glad for that. Are not we all thankful for our shells?
roots of the dale
The girl on a half shell, opened and vulnerable. Outlasting our own demise becomes the challenge. Very well shared Kushal.
Thanks, The Surreal Circus
That bright light can turn any body's life into dark.Brilliant!
Simple and beautiful Kush. Full of meaning and a delight to past memory.
You never cease to amaze me Ku. So much wisdom and empathy in one so young.
-R.
The pearl comes out of its shell to gleam....and is exposed to all the elements. Through all the triumph and adversity and temptations of a bigger world, there is learning....perhaps some chips and scratches on that pearl...how wonderful that the beauty was not locked away forever, but could glow for many.
Beautiful poem with many layers that build upon each other. Yes, like an oyster...
So many fail to see the pearls they are...
thanks for sharing your writing
Whoa. Quite a visual and emotional piece. I, too, loved the comparison of homes with a string of pearls, adding to the entire complexity of meanings and levels.
What is strange is I wasn't sure the drugs were always a problem. Struck me that they might have gotten her out of her shell in the first place, only to ultimately become imprisoned again. One thing for sure, you did, certainly, force us to look at a modern problem in a new way. Thank you.
The drug problem slipped into your poem without notice, I quite liked it. And the repetition only added to the overall effect.
Thank you for posting to Gather Writing Essential.