My experiments with poetry
 | mkvecchitto on Self Inquiry – Part… |
 | Venkat on Shoe |
 | Rhyme In Time on Shoe |
| Venkat on To Be Good |
 | cismanian on To Be Good |
One word of our own
Makes thought shiver
In a pond as a stone thrown
Makes reflection quiver
Ripples of ambiguity
Felt as a feather in mind
On a surface of serenity
Distorted as on water to find
Add more words in speech
Now an array of stones
A reflection so, beyond reach
Where flesh becomes bones
Ripples now turn waves
A disillusion in every part
As it bleeds and craves
Ambiguity tears our heart
‘As it bleeds and craves / Ambiguity tears our heart’: Venkat, this is a beautiful and powerful line . . . I like the entire poem . . . It is ambiguity that makes poetry possible . . .
Thank you Peter. I like the time lag between posting here and in Poet’s Corner. I get to hear again from you and also get an idea or so different from the time I wrote it!!!
