Monday 20 August 2007

stringing lines----Monday Poetry

looking at the keyboard-
frantically, I try to catch
hold of the escaping words.

they have been playing
truant too long, for comfort.

purposeless, words hit out
at each other, battling for
supremacy, self-centred to hilt.

gentleness underlying steely
firmness, I organise them.

in an instant, all gets precise-
chaotic lines coordinate in order,
making sense yet once more.

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25 comments:

  1. "the escaping words.

    they have been playing
    truant too long, for comfort"

    The monkey on the back of every writer for all time. Really enjoyed this!

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  2. enjoyed it too..

    happy day :)

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  3. My words went truant not all that long ago. Fortunately I've beaten them into submission again.

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  4. purposeless, words hit out
    at each other, battling for
    supremacy, self-centred to hilt.


    Yes, each one does think they are the best. LOL!

    This is a good one.

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  5. words
    living
    in a keyboard


    interesting idea, g...

    /t.

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  6. "...in an instant, all gets precise-
    chaotic lines coordinate in order,
    making sense yet once more...."

    I have found that pressing:

    Ctrl - Alt - Del does the same for me.

    Great poem girlfriend.

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  7. refreshing to read you again...

    words are magic...but do you tink once we type words rather than write it the words loose its magic?

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  8. oh, you can make those chaotic lines coordinate in order alright :)

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  9. Yep, my words go truant all the time. I think Trevor's teaching them tricks. Or maybe it's just the state of motherhood. Possibly both.

    At any rate, you've hit on one of those universals, Gautami. Nicely done.

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  10. Gautami,

    Great poem. Definitely something most of us have had happen at one point in time or another. :)

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  11. oh yeah! i can relate to this poem! I'm usually at the mercy of the words. Loved this:
    "they have been playing
    truant too long, for comfort."

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  12. Great poem. My words arent truent so much as missing in action.:)

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  13. It's fun to picture the words fighting together!!

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  14. Hey, gautami. Here from Michele's officially.

    I thought of you last night when I realized I'd been too busy with other stuff to write a single word.

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  15. at the keyboard
    I try to catch hold of
    the escaping word

    is a nice haiku I found in the first three lines of this poem. A bonus! (The singular "word" was a typo on my part, but I'll let it stand.)

    One of mine this reminds me of:

    writing haiku
    the word unlooked for
    finds me

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  16. I always kinda saw the keyboard as one of those whack-a-mole games...

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  17. Gautami, you're such a control freak! :) Nicely done.

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  18. This was a really visual poem to read, at least for me. I could just see the words organizing themselves at the end!

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  19. Oh, I love this.
    I never share the poetry I write - I always think it's awful.

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  20. Beautiful poem! I mostly feel that way when writing something new.

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  21. Stringig lines Until inevitability… Seen in the perspective of our imminent death, life becomes orderly in an instant. All makes perfect sense.

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  22. Gautami, I finally hear a resonance of a beat of mathematics in this one.
    Not sure why...
    Michele sent me,
    N.

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  23. Hi Gautami. I'm back from Michele's.

    It's the wish of all writers that the words align themselves without undue difficulty. That doesn't always happen, of course. Like today: I wish that my head could keep them all under control.

    It seems to get worse when I'm under heavy deadlines!

    I've got a new blog, BTW. Details on Written Inc.

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