A Bad Word

A different poem at the blog this time. So Two in one day.

http://life-ordinaire.blogspot.in/2012/04/soul-of-burnt-building.html

A Bad Word

Shrunk within herself,

gathering her saggy spill

and shying away from anyone

calls her special,

she screams- Stay away.

Never did someone say one special

without growing his nail longer

and prying inside her

for what she keeps winding.

Â©Ãll rights are reserved by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 19th April,

Comments: 9

Robert - just a simple man - B. Apr 19, 2012, 9:05pm UTC

Good Stuff although I pondered at th 5th line. Why not 'Says She's Special"?

Still, Good Stuff

Kushal Poddar Apr 19, 2012, 9:18pm UTC

I shall change that, Brother

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Richard Lynn Livesay Apr 19, 2012, 10:32pm UTC

ahh, we three poets gathered in class, prying inside (gathering her saggy spill)? and wondering what bro. Ku is saying...not that a poem needs expaination but just curious
about motivation...but as usual Ku you are extroidinary in your ambience and surprise...
which is abundant in the poem...

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Angela A. Apr 20, 2012, 1:03pm UTC

That poor dear

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Alison H. Apr 20, 2012, 4:52pm UTC

Terrific, Ku. Sometimes people are blind to their own beauty and gifts, or they've been ridiculed and insulted, and those gifts stay dormant. So important to share and grow them, regardless of whether they fit into a reductive society and world-view. Yes, let's grow our fingernails longer and help those gifts emerge from our friends and acquaintances.