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Sunrise to me is a time of quiet reflection. I watch tiny droplets of dew glistening in
the early morning sun and am reminded of the poet’s words “Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of
a leaf”.
It’s a time to be grateful for nature’s bounty that
nourishes us.
Yet poets weep at the arrival of dawn in Aubades as a lovers’ lament.
I turn to go indoors hoping
last night’s salad of hemlock worked as planned.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.
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The two poets quoted above are Jalaluddin Rumi and RabindranathTagore. While I was able to get the link for the Rumi quote, I could not get a direct link for Tagore's poem so here it is:
TO the guests that must go bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.
Take to your bosom with a smile what is easy and simple and near.
Take to your bosom with a smile what is easy and simple and near.
To-day is the festival of phantoms that know not when they die.
Let your laughter be but a meaningless mirth like twinkles of light on the ripples.
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Strike in chords from your harp fitful momentary rhythms.
And if hemlock and poetry are mentioned then it is only fitting that I include a link for Ode to a Nightingale.
Finally nature is beautiful but can be deadly too http://listverse.com/2011/07/02/top-10-plants-that-will-kill-you/
Finally nature is beautiful but can be deadly too http://listverse.com/2011/07/02/top-10-plants-that-will-kill-you/
Oh I didn't expect that murder in the end..
ReplyDeleteWith the these dangerous plants around something was bound to have happened. Thanks for reading and commenting Björn.
DeleteAn unexpected ending after a poetic post.
ReplyDeleteIt's Friday Fiction, dangers lurk everywhere ;-) Thanks for reading and commenting Lizy.
Deletelove the use of the word 'aubade'... and what an unexpected ending... loved it.. :-)
ReplyDeleteCheers, Archana - www.drishti.co
Thank you Archana, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteA poetic murderer. There's something beautifully creepy about that.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I don't know what John Keats would have made of a flash fiction writer being inspired by his beautiful lines.
Delete"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk"
But I had fun and I am glad you liked it.
So clever. I didn't expect a murder at the end either. I was just getting swept away by the beautiful poetry. Nature is deadly, indeed. And isn't it? Great work!
ReplyDeleteThanks Amy I glad you liked it. Just goes on to show that one has to be careful of poetry loving murderers.
DeleteThat's a brutal turn to such a lyrical piece. I like it. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Alice I had fun writing it.
DeleteUnexpected twist at the end there....Nice one!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ansumani I am glad you liked it.
DeleteThanks for the poem, Subroto, and the link to more. I wondered when I read it if that one poem was by Tagore. Beautiful.I'm wondering who ate the hemlock leaves as the narrator is still alive. Well done. :) --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Suzanne, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteThe poem was by Tagore indeed, I just could not find a link to only the poem so pasted it whole.
Obviously the narrator took care not to eat the hemlock salad ;-)
Note to self - Russell do NOT go to that woman's house for dinner.
ReplyDeleteOr maybe just avoid eating vegetables. They are just too dangerous to eat. Thanks for reading and commenting Russell.
DeleteSo beautiful and reflective, and then comes the hemlock. Great creepy twist, I loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you I am glad you liked it.
DeleteBeautiful images, and the twist at the end was a shock.
ReplyDeleteThanks Margaret, I am glad you liked it.
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