My bangles broken
and my throat bare;
outward signs of my affection,
trinkets departed with my beloved.
I am draped now
with the cloak of grief
that he left in place
of his love…
and my throat bare;
outward signs of my affection,
trinkets departed with my beloved.
I am draped now
with the cloak of grief
that he left in place
of his love…
© Braja Sorensen 2005
56 of you added your thoughts:
Geeez, I came here for a smile, and no this...I am leaving with tears in my eyes...
So you're trying to take me back a year ago when my marriage fell apart? Aaaaaaarrrghgggh.
It's beautiful in its succinct clarity. And it's obviously reaching people.
Anything that can evoke emotion, be it happy or sad, is art in my estimation! Beautifully sad!
Wow! That's beautiful, girl. Absolutely beautiful.
This is about blogging isn't it...
;)
555!
beautiful...thank you.
much love
Beautiful!!
Beautiful, Braja. Are you okay?
((hugs))
beautiful words...and haunting
sad...
Aloha, Friend!
Comfort Spiral
Beautiful, the truth of life...
I read "Beloved" and than again this-" http://lostandfoundinindia.wordpress.com/2009/09/25/of-noble-blood-in-this-declining-land/"
The circle is complete!
The fading splash
of the amorphous
sindoor,
the limp,
descending
tresses
protecting
a rushing hot teardrop;
She
pulls her palloo
further
over her forehead,
closing in,
guarding fiercely
her memories....
In her heart of hearts
he never left;
In the bloom of a flower,
the fragrance of milk
slurped by a child,
a lamp lighting a prayer,
and
the music of the wind
traipsing
through the reeds,
he is always there...
Lovely, but sad.
The beauty of love; the ache of loss . . .
I hear you, sister . . .
About that lunch in India with Braja -- when?
So sad.
oh *sigh* I have been in that place but could never have described it so eloquently.
You do know how to touch the deepest part of us! Such a soul finder, you are!
There is a terrible beauty to grief from love lost.
How true are Shelley's words - "The most beautiful songs are of our saddest thoughts".
Really beautiful!
Ah, well...ouch, Mizz Braja...
Sometimes, sitting in this empty, silent room, I feel bereft of something that never existed but may one day, and the hoping is almost, but not quite, worse than the absence.
Shade and Sweetwater,
K (melancholy in the lateness)
Isn't he in Copenhagen, watching world leaders trade cards, or something, for a chance to host games? Missing him reminds you of how your lives are intertwined. Beautiful.
Beautiful, like drinking from a clear cold mountain river on a hot summer's day.
Big sigh. Lovely.
xo
So mysterious for a relatively new reader here. So beautiful for anyone...
Indeed.. the pain for the departed is difficult to contain, and sometimes difficult to express as well... how do you do it so beautifully and simply?
How did you manage to combine so few words and be so simple. . . yet rich. . . and touching . . .and poignant. . .
The nice thing about wearing a cloak is that you can remove it when you no longer need nor want it. {{hugs}}
Never one to be unnecessarily wordy, are you?
As our friend Irish Gumbo might say, "heartbreak-beautiful"
xxoo
I don't know what this means and I'm sad.
I'm here getting caught up on a week's worth of blog reading, now that I can actually sit up on the couch without my head exploding!!!! Happy Saturday!
So few words, such strong emotions.
a beautiful sadness braja...
Wonderful, beautiful, sad, and amazing!
Lovely. But now I want to kill myself.
I think it's beautiful...but my baseline is depression.
that is lovely.....
Beautiful
Timely
Spot on
Peace - Rene
Why hello there!
Found you through Expat's blog.
I can see that you are rather sad about something..can you tell me what it is?
Take care
Deboshree
That was beautiful. A sentiment I believe we all can relate.
Beauty is often sad isn't it???
Haunting and beautiful, but sad all at once.
hmmm...really liked your blog and going to be your follower no. 484.
:)
shilpa
Wait... are you just writing? or is this real? Did your beloved take his love away?
Broken hearts.... Mine broke for different reasons, but the result is the same.
So effectively real and beautiful....your words resonate volumes Braja...Thank you .
Ooooooooooooo, so poignant and glorious and sad all in one. Nicely done, dear Braja.
Hi Mrs Braja, you have some explaining to do. I hope that you're doing ok.
*hugs*
~k
Namaste, my friend. Beautiful. I agree with Lady Fi. And with Brian Miller. With Gran. O heck. With the lot of them. Very nicely done.
Namaste.
I'm so confused. I miss ya Braja and think of you often. My life is in the gutter and, at times when I've been crying...I thought to write to you.
Isn't that WEIRD?
Love
Braja, I am new to your blog. This is a beautiful poem.
That is beautiful and evocative. I hope all is well with you.
It's amazing how powerful a few words can be... whether you are aware of the context or not. Of course, knowing what the breaking of the bangals meant(and for some still does) for many women (burning on the pyre)... makes it even more heartwrenching
Braja? are you missing your partner, your husband? of course you are. I'm the same way. Mine is gone for only 5 days right now. Take good care there ok?
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