A
wounded
tender heart
somewhere wriggles
writhes and withers
and the swollen
dim sombre
welkin
cries
Harlequin: Nine lines and twenty-five syllables. Syllable count: 1-2-3-4-5-4-3-2-1.
Underneath the percolating rain drops in sand, beneath the dew drops rolling down the leaf blades, among the playful waves of roaring oceans, there’s a deep silence, only heard by a heart calm within : Vandana Sharma
10 comments:
Nice image there of the swollen, crying welkin!
Ah, a masterly use of adjectives!
And I am delighted to learn the Harlequin form, thank you. I'll be trying it soon.
A sensitive and believable piece … many hearts wither, unnoticed even by the heavens it seems.
welkin - thank you for a new to me word.
When a wounded heart is hurting it's nice to that God is aware and weeps with us,
Beautiful Yes the heaven cries while the heart wriggles.
Nicely shaped and the bane of tender hearts. I like your illustration
too. and seeing you put the "Doctor" ahead of your name. I generally
don't use mine here, a few readers call me by it. I do use it in my
field but don't mind if the students don't. Poor souls.
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Like the form...nice alliteration!
I also learned a new word .... I love the brevity of your poem which said 'so much.'
Small but touching and meaningful.
A Masterpiece!
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