(With apologies to Chinua Achebe, author of Things Fall Apart)
The lamp has lived its life
It no longer holds up
The flickering, long hours
of darkness
unplanned
fearsome
Like the dusty, round-faced clock
before it,
and the three-legged tandoor
much earlier,
rusted in places
A palette of yellow pages
from years of being stifled
in book cases,
unloose.
Things fall apart
Lost to twists and
turns,
they’re hard to discard
a fuzzy coat of memories
over them.
‘This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla.’
Image courtesy: Pixabay
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A beautiful piece that managed to evoke many emotions!
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What a beautiful poetry it is
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That is beautifully written. A true description of human nature. Letting go is probably the hardest thing to do.
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There are so many material things we are unable to discard even though they are beyond repair and use it is because we have so many memories attached to it. Your poem is penned so beautifully and so emotional.
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What imagery, Sonia. I could actually feel and smell the musty odour. I have this attachment to everything I own. From objects to clothes and I don’t like to give it away. But slowly learning to declutter as my life has become so cluttered with grief
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Nostalgia, memories, with time everything … lovely writing as always sona
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Another brilliant one, Sonia. And this one touched a chord. It is difficult to part with some material possessions that are way past their prime.
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Beautiful Sonia… so so true… loved every bit of it!
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Love the imagery contained in this, the passage of time is both beautiful and frightening
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Beautifully written. Sometimes things are in tatters but we can’t discard them. There are so many memories attached.
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A deep meaning filled poetry well written, liked it
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Things do fall apart. Beautifully penned.
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Things fall apart
Lost to twist,
You pen down so beautifully. Always eager to read out your poem.
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“A palette of yellow pages
from years of being stifled
in book cases,
unloose.” Always a pleasure reading your wonderful poetry, that paints such a vivid image 😀
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Lovely, Sonia 💕🙂
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Beautiful thought
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Thank you
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