Knot

April 12, 2018 by Usha Pisharody 5 Comments

Aha! Gotcha, you think!

When you spy the letter

But can’t make that utterance!

This is where you realize,

(only if you’re a random reader here 😛 )

That it never as it seems

In this topsy-turvy place!

There’s things that say

A lot, in their absence

And much that shouts from here

Unheard, unacknowledged, quite undone.

Like this, errm, knot.

It can tie you up in ways

That make its maker proud

Arrogant, even, on occasion.

Cruel? Well, sometimes, that’s inescapable

For the said creator.

Why obfuscate, you might wonder,

When clean lines, no knots, are what

You’d like to see.

Never you mind!

What about them knots

You tie yourself up in?

What of those you have to swallow?

What of those that rise, unbidden

From the gut, and grow,

Hulk-like, when emotions rage?

My thoughts knot up too

When I consider the irony;

Nimble fingers, they quite know

How the ropes may be freed

The lines, the threads, even, tresses…

Lucky at cards, unlucky in love

That thought niggles, all of a sudden

But not knots that tie me up

Fashioned by love, or what passes for it

Rising from the well of acknowledgement

Drawn by the pails and wails of empathy

In the moist fields of tears, that never flow.

Them knots, soggy, swollen.

Will they ever come undone?

A sudden thought surfaces –

Do I want them to?

12 April, 2018 – hours late 🙂 for the Day#11 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018. Yet another forced write, as you can see 😀