Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Rust



Where do I belong
I know not
'm a mere pawn
In this game of life

I shuffle between wrong and right
The faces silent, their words mute
The time has come to say sorry
But no, I am strayed by my pride.

Unless you feel the fire
Burning in your bust
You cannot find the beauty
Hidden in the rust.


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60 comments:

  1. Beautiful. We come to know ourselves and become more beautiful through our life's struggles. The last paragraph is truly inspiring.

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  2. Wowowowow...I totally heart this one...the last stanza is amazing... :)

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  3. "Unless you feel the fire
    Burning in your bust
    You cannot find the beauty
    Hidden in the rust."- those lines I love most....you never fail to leave me yearning for more of your wise words....

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  4. Those last words lead to more understanding (not complete, because of our limitations) of the "meaning of life".
    Nicely written/said!
    PEACE!

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  5. That last stanza says it all!

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  6. woww three prompts and such a nice poem... great feeling!

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  7. I agree with Swarnali, such a powerful closing stanza!!

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  8. well done... love the last stanza especially, so true!

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  9. i feel you in this...i think there is truth in it as well...pride is easy to overcome us...but the feeling to the fire to appreciate the rust is a beautiful statement...

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  10. Wow! What a mystic piece!
    Powerful message in the last stanza is superb!
    I count you in the list of One of the most brilliant writers and poets.

    Keep going with the same spirit!
    Keep Rocking :)

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    1. Thank you Simran ... I am flying high after seeing your comment :-)

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  11. hi Speck.. the emotions that you identify are very well identified. The last stanza is so true!!Loved this :)

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  12. :) Thumbs up Greeny... :) Loved it, really unless you don't look deep down what's in your conscience there nothing worth respecting.... Not even the beauty outside :)

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  13. Well thought-out, inspiring.

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  14. Exceptional... I especially like the ending!

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  15. Excellent use of those words! I'll echo the others, a great ending :-)

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  16. a very perceptive poem, green man and well written. wise words.

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  17. to find beauty in the rust.....words of wisdom you've penned here. so true and soul-stirring~

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  18. Fine words GS and the last stanza wonderful.

    Anna :o]

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  19. it's all in that last stanza...

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  20. Quite a creative rust I must say!

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  21. I am in agreement with everyone here, a very special piece. What you write is so true for so many of us and we recognize ourselves in your words. This is what special poets do for their readers :-)Thank you so much.

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    1. Thanks so much for your beautiful words ... this highly encourages me to go on and on :-)

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  22. another wonderful poem! That pride can get in the way every time!

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  23. Ah, pride... it needs to be balanced with humility, but often isn't. This is a very nice response... those word whirls are far too hard for me!

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    1. Thanks Margaret ... They aren't that difficult ... you can try them as well :-)

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  24. The last two lines were gorgeous.

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