The Sham Poet

>> Saturday, September 6, 2008

Her poetry, an echo of cry, made years before,
within her, she simulates an imaginary scream
vacuous diatribe of poet, nursing her sickness
with hurt and gloom, a satisfying mourning
in counting and contemplating, all those lost
in short life, an excitement of extemporizing
everything and everyone, beginning with ‘the I’
dropped and resembled, mosaic of smithereens,
cemented, sutured, wired, bolted..


She could retrace scraps, arrange artistically
forgotten fa├žades, shadowboxing none deftly,
amidst an inchoate dimming consciousness
she has visions spotted with soot, the real ‘I’
came and went, like a recurrent dream, while
under disguise of poet she watched intently,
the suppositions spawned, sufferings spilled
studying her, with coldhearted fascination
of a strategically-set spy….

12 comments:

Nash September 6, 2008 at 10:14 AM  

Disturbing, evocative, mesmerizing, the experience of reading you is like conversation with an old friend. :-) Keep writing. I'm already waiting for the next.

Inconsequential September 6, 2008 at 11:07 PM  

:)

Cool stuff.

I'm drawn to a line, phrase, snippet...as often is the case in prose type things, I always want to start from something within and go elsewhere...but still, the "the real ‘I’ came and went," is sticking out and resonating...

Don't be suprised if it turns up in my pieces before too long :)
Fits well with masks...

Think Tank September 7, 2008 at 12:37 AM  

*bows* to a great poet

Jim September 7, 2008 at 9:03 AM  

Dawn approaches?

Chaggoholic.... September 8, 2008 at 12:16 AM  

How do u end in the most unimaginable lines dealing a death blow to the curiosity of the readers; one that keeps theirs thirsty for more till it dies....

MAN IN PAINTING September 8, 2008 at 2:23 AM  

Avalanche...
of words, images,visions...
The I in Me try to fool Me always..yet under "disguise of poet" extemporizing everything and everyone.....with the cold hearted fascination of a spy..
Always there will be areas inside which we never know fully but still sense it.Your Poetry is like a light house to those who like to have uncharted voyages to those spaces yet to be discovered....
MIP

I liked your "dreams.." too
I want to thank you by offering "smoked brain"
and red wine.Do read

aria September 8, 2008 at 3:19 AM  

Thank you Nash, Inconsequential, Think Tank, Jim, Chaggoholic, Man In Painiting .. for kindly dropping by and leaving your comments. :)

cheti September 8, 2008 at 6:23 PM  

Love to catch up with your writings again ! You are as brilliant as ever !

damn those who blocked blogspot in office !

Vinay September 9, 2008 at 6:48 AM  

i felt the same way as Nash...!! superb...!! adored it a lot....loved the title especially...!!

oh and u have got an award Aria...!! from me...!! do visit soon...!

aria September 9, 2008 at 12:17 PM  

Cheti.. I am so very happy to see you.. the ones from the 'ole gang' seldom drop by.. thank you :)

Vinay.. thank you for your appreciation and also for the wonderful award.. :)

Perry Strange September 13, 2008 at 6:13 PM  

hey, well I hare off for a bit, and come back to find you've been doing some lovely stuff...

... this one I like, not just for the theme (I dig that your Muse has sharp teeth), but because it's so well put together. Not just good phrasing, but every phrase in it's proper place.

well done. (and I'm hoping that Real Life is done yanking my chain for awhile, and I can really chew on the other ones)...

asuph September 15, 2008 at 2:17 AM  

the real I came and went
like a recurrent dream...

every word here measured, beautiful. my god, you're in the zone.

pass on a piece of zone, will you?

-asuph

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