| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 09/19/03 at 01:32 PM I thought you tried your utmost the first time...clearly you were holding something back! ;) ... buit seriously, I loved this one Ashok - rich with images and an interesting story of one's progression through life ... |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 09/19/03 at 04:27 PM this is beautiful ashok! |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 09/20/03 at 03:53 AM It speaks of so much struggle, and heartwrenching. But the flowers seem to leave it on a forgiving note... quite a deep read! |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 09/20/03 at 05:27 AM A ponderous and appealing bit of poetry here. The final metamorphosis and flowers gave me the impression of people approving of the 'devilish' turn; though I see the interpretation of it being forgivness as well. Good stuff. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/20/03 at 06:26 PM I love the labyrinth you have created here. At one turn freedom, at another the bindings of concern about the perceptions of others. Down one path, blood but up another, flowers. I also like the acknowledgment of your “innocent face” as well as the struggle behind those big brown eyes. Fascinating poem, Ashok. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/22/03 at 06:22 PM Mildly traumatic and disturbing but with a seemingly happy ending. As always, great for clearing out those mental cobwebs! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/27/03 at 01:45 AM Quite different perspective from #1. More abstract in meaning with sharp ominous imagery. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 09/28/03 at 03:01 AM We only THINK it is the devil's face because that is what we've been TRAINED to think... where do the flowers come from? Does the crowd finally understand or do we wish our own accolades upon ourselves? |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/06/03 at 06:42 PM Besmeared with blood
I did come back
Time and again
With a face
Distinctly perceptible
But they refused to recognize me.
This reminds me of an event depicted in the film 'Gandhi' - I feel ignorant in being unable to give a detailed description, but my recollection is of men lining up, moving forward in turn, attempting to gain access to a place 'protected' by armed guards, each being violently beaten to the ground. Whatever the details, the images remain, and always will - probably the most moving scene I've ever encountered.
The last verse is wonderfully ironic. |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 10/14/03 at 06:24 PM like a surrealist dream, this one |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 01/26/04 at 09:52 PM Wonderful images -- seems a little different from your usual style, but still good. |
