Frame

every time you tell me a lie

another tile falls from the temple of trust

and blunt fingernails trail

along the rough mortar of my insecurities

what can we do to rebuild the precarious frame

of filigree fractures?

a teetering, deceit infused structure

a child’s dollhouse of

faded pastel plastic

attic abandoned

a sandcastle askew

in the path of a solo beachcomber

tripping at dusk

57 thoughts on “Frame”

  1. Yes, the disintegration of the fibers that bind us can be felt — and they hurt — when lies come tearing through. You describe well the warped imbalance when trying to maintain through such a painful process.

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  2. The space of trust is indeed as sacred as a temple of purity. And somehow along with its strength, it has this delicateness to it that when cut with lies, it can be deeply painful. Truth then becomes lonely …
    So beautifully you weave your words that we know the feeling yet see it gently.

    Reminded me of a poem of my own. I wished you read it my friend πŸ™‚
    https://pragalbhadoshi.wordpress.com/2017/04/10/my-greatest-hurt/

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    1. I enjoyed your poem very much, and always,always, your words to me. I’m thinking of the tragic beauty of your “trust cut with lies” comment. I feel the stinging of such a phrase.

      My heart smiles when I see your name … ❀

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      1. You are a beautiful gentle soul dear Diana. I tend to be on the harsher side with words of truth. That is why I admire your ability to lay it down ever so gently on us. Hopefully I soften overtime.
        You are a joy to me in this space πŸ™‚

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      2. And your words escalate my joy in dazzling reflections. I gather only softness in our conversations Pragal … there is none of the harshness you allude to … it must only be a mere hint….. ❀

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  3. Sometimes a poem is too good to be dissected and perused… Sometimes the images, the metaphors and the analogies, are to be seen and felt, not talked about.. And sometimes, when a piece is too masterful, one must let oneself bathe in its colours and magnificence for it is beyond ordinary appraisal… One must let the magic linger longer.
    This poem, is just pure magic Diana! It was worth the wait! I believe, no, I know, there is no poet like you in the world… ❀🌼 Frame calls for a frame in the hall of your fame!

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    1. Somewhere, in the dim halls of my amateur, poetic career … there will be a few framed hangings of the most beautiful things people have written. Your words will be there Isha, with a rare, antiqued gilt frame. And I will stop and humbly read every time I walk by. πŸ’œπŸŒΈπŸ’œ

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      1. Two things I know for sure… The hall will be lit up, and, you are not amateur by any standards 😊❀
        Having cleared that out, let me comment on that beautiful reply… For you to cherish my comments in that way is an achievement for me… Which reader has ever got a prized place in their favourite writer’s Hall/heart? Your message is touching and sentimentally beautiful 😘🌼 Thank-you sweet Lady 😊

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  4. I feel this poem….such a deep sense of melancholia you have forged here….loved the reference to abandoned attic and of beachcomber collecting and preserving the trail of steps that once spiraled its way into a heart so welcoming and trusting….

    Trust fades but hope remains.

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    1. It’s nice to cycle melancholic with bliss! I’m mostly bliss but sometimes a fleeting grey cloud appears and a sudden rain shower. Nourishes the flowers of my days! Thank you beautiful ❀️

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  5. simply amazing, the tragedy can’t be felt with such a beautiful articulation. To caught up in the delivery…like receiving a well wrapped rock with a ribbon. We just talk about the pretty wrapping paper and the pink silk ribbon.

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    1. Your thoughts alone are artful and deserve a space set aside for admiration. A mantle beside a bouquet adorned vase. I can see you enjoy writing as much as I do….and am grateful to you kind soul ❀

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      1. the grateful is boomeranged to others. your poetry caters to the kind side of many. you write with a feather and comfort engulfs the room. you have gift that I’m glad to be able to witness and enjoy.

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  6. Tarnish the sanctuary of love and trust.. Ahhh Diana! The metaphors, the ideas that you have presented to show this are impeccable!!!!πŸ’•πŸ’“β€οΈ Such a beautiful work needs no words!! πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘ And I bow down to you.. Again!!!πŸ’•πŸ’“β€οΈπŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ˜

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