A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again
her mind changes color one more, now and then.
What is its tint now? Orange or deep blue?
A setting sun, aged and tired touches clouds.
The silver of clouds blush with charm of red.
This road and the one beyond, all mingles
together and conspire to make her call.
Raindrops on the eastern coast blur her voice.
You know, sometimes a blank call is enough.


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This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives.
I'm stuck right in the beginning.
"The road ends in another and she knows"
OK, opening sentence seems OK. One roads come upon another, and ends. She knows. This works for me.
"that will somehow amalgamate into"
OK, to me, this seems truncated from the first sentence. I look, and ponder: Oh, why did he hit the return button after knows?
Matter of fact, this entire sentence seems to be floating in a universe of its own.
Third line:
"the one now he lives."
OK, I see. It's one sentence placed on three lines for some reason that escapes me.
"This road ends in another and she knows that will somehow amalgamate into the one now he lives."
Even reading it as one sentence makes my eyes bleed.
This road ends in another;
Birthed anew, she knows.
Into the road he lives.
We writers, Poddar, often stack what we wish to say. We lay a mess of pipe, end to end and forget maybe we need to go back and sharpen it up, taking out the extra words. We can get away with this easier in fiction than in poetry. When I write poetry, I have a good reason for every word I lay down. Every word.
re: amalgamate -- Be the master of your thesaurus, not its slave.
"Hate is what she feels at times. Then again
her mind changes colors one more, now and then.
What is its tint now? Orange or deep blue?" --
I love these lines. That seems to be how love works sometimes. You're fickle about it; one minute you love the next you don't and the other person is left unbalanced. Wondering.
"You know, sometimes a blank call is enough." --
That is exactly it, sometimes just knowing they're there is enough.
Beautiful Poddar. I also happen to think your line breaks are just fine. We write what we feel and the line breaks express that just as well as the actually lines of the poem. Poetry is also different for different people. I don't think there is anything wrong with the way you've laid your "pipes".
I liked the poem. It resonates.
Thank you for sharing.
her mind changes color one more, now and then.
her mind changes color once more, now and then.
A famous one in fact.....
and thank you for sharing this. *smiles*
MyHotComments Great job! Thanks for sharing!
"Amalgamate" works. A road itself is an amalgam of different substances.
Very lovely!