I’m seeking shelter in the tent
Woven from hanks of chaos
That tours the heaven now
Bathed in its sheen
The cloth ripples my cuts
Enfolding me in solace
Of blurred balance and space
Until my legs nudge the corners.
In the darkness devoid of shadows
To haunt me with lies and truths
I float between them in symphonies
Strung with memories out of tune
Until I fall and feel the tangle of grass
Matting the ground in mud and dirt.
Bathed in its sheen
My blade scars the cloth
Bleeding light and this epiphany-
The storm outside refuses to shake
My abode more than the one inside.
I’m seeking shelter in the tent
Woven from hanks of chaos
That never left me for heaven
A poignant poem Shruthi
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Oh quite moving and yet beautifully scripted. I enjoyed reading it loud, dear Shruthi, feeling the emotions and tone carried along in each word and sentence. Wonderful!
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Thank you so much, Lamittan!
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The imagery and the metaphors you used are amazing!
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome.
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Well crafted Shruthi
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Thank you!
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Gorgeous poem, Shruthi. “To haunt me with lies and truths
I float between them in symphonies
Strung with memories out of tune” Wonderful. 🤍
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Thank you so much, Jeff!
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You’re welcome, Shruthi. Always!
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Lovely the way the atmosphere springs to life in this writing!
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Thank you so much!
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