Crushed

Posted: May 11, 2011 in Poetry
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Dropped, smothered and crushed

she lay cold on the beaten path

the last embers of the evening sun

caught her every singular sigh

shedding rain, washed her clean

as the wind swept her away

unnoticed she lay in the rut 

life as it ebbed away… 

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Photo credit : Sabari’s Photostream

 http://www.flickr.com/photos/hzyzir/5349465510/in/photostream

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Comments
  1. kamana says:

    beautiful words and image

  2. brian says:

    awww…it hurts a bit to see such beauty in the rut…

  3. dustus says:

    A rather morose poem that is constructed beautifully.

  4. There’s beauty to be found in the muck; sad, but a fact of life. Simple and evocative lines tug at the heart. Beautiful.

  5. Thank you Mystic, Adam, Brian & Kamana for stopping by to read. Much appreciated.

  6. C Rose says:

    Wonderful with the lead in image, the final line “life as it ebbed away…” so delicate ~ lovely write ~ Rose

  7. “She” could be so many things… loved it.

  8. Thank you C Rose for liking it :)

    Randy Behavior, Your poetry is amazing. Liked the free flow you write with. Bless ya ;)

  9. Kavita says:

    oh.. that was such a sad life for her.. I can only hope that she sees sunnier days too, and that life flows back into her now tired veins..

    You have managed to evoke very deep feelings of compassion with your words here, Suja.. beautiful!

  10. Padmavani says:

    It could be the poem, it could be the picture, but I remembered how I would feel when I saw a crushed Hibiscus, plucked for worship, but blown away from the idol’s head or lap and then just trodden on by people who who have hurried and picked it up to stick into their hair if it were a rose or a strand of jasmine. I prefer to read this poem in memory of the sentiments evoked by the Hibiscus, rather than a metaphor for a girl/woman…But either way, very beautifully written.
    Thank you for dropping by and letting me know.
    Cheers
    Padmavani

  11. Olivia says:

    Ohhhh!
    That was so sad..

    This is how a picture speaks more than thousand words.. how beautifully have you expressed how the purple passion must have felt!

    Heartfelt indeed!
    Hugs xoxox

  12. Hi Suja,
    A flower or a woman or any discarded human…crushed…you have described it so well…
    Thx for sharing,
    Arjun

  13. Dear Kavitha, Padmavani, Olivia and Arjun. Thank you so much for stopping by to read this. The photograph evoked these words in me and I penned it down real quick before it flies away. Glad you like the way it flowed.
    Happy to see you all on my pages ;)
    Hugs!