Monday, July 11, 2011

Moored

       Shatter me, you don't have to try
  The pieces of me on their own fly
       Pulled along by horses on loose reins
           Each running its own way
           Still here I stand silly
   A kind of oddity

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011
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11 comments:

  1. UnknownJuly 11, 2011 at 9:29 AM

    hmmm..this i like man..

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  2. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceJuly 31, 2011 at 3:54 AM

    fun word play.
    Thanks.

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  3. AnonymousJuly 31, 2011 at 4:10 AM

    Vivid! The horses running each their own way. I could see this. Nicely done!

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  4. RavenblackJuly 31, 2011 at 4:50 AM

    Well expressed. Been there. To feel one's thoughts pulled by many things and not all together and at the same time, one is going nowhere.

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  5. AnonymousJuly 31, 2011 at 8:25 AM

    lol, i love this, thank you, much appreciated, WS

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  6. AnonymousJuly 31, 2011 at 9:23 PM

    awesome layout and flow!

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  7. KayAugust 1, 2011 at 4:15 AM

    XLNT!

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  8. AnonymousAugust 1, 2011 at 8:57 AM

    I really like how you worked in the title very clever, awesome poem

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  9. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallAugust 2, 2011 at 5:49 PM

    creative.

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  10. AdamAugust 3, 2011 at 2:52 PM

    Clever word play, I really like this poem.

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  11. AnonymousAugust 5, 2011 at 9:42 AM

    I can relate to the feeling described. Picture well painted! *smile*

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