Sunday 28 October 2007

desiccated pleasure-----Monday Poetry

that vague instant
when I hunch into myself with my mug lowered,
fragile yet too severe to crumple;
with an intense stillness,
sipping thick brown
swirling substance,
much too murky to penetrate
with anything other than taste-
desiccated, and rolling over at once
over tongue. unexpectedly
aware to hazily hopeless uncertainty;
intractable and arrogant-
my smile comes across.

21 comments:

  1. "sipping thick brown
    swirling substance,
    much too murky to penetrate
    with anything other than taste-"

    I think you've successfully described the mornings of millions of people, all over the planet!

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  2. "fragile yet too severe to crumple"

    I like that. Even if it's temporary due to a caffeine withdrawal, it still says a lot.

    Another beautiful one, Gautami.

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  3. oh yes! ermmm - i'm so not a morning person.

    loved these lines:
    "fragile yet too severe to crumple;
    with an intense stillness"

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  4. I think I couldn't get across what I intended to convey. It has nothing to do with morning.

    Well, I wrote it that way...

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  5. If you've plugged into other people's mornings, that's all right, too, gautami.

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  6. "It has nothing to do with morning."
    LOL!!!
    All coffee fanatics raise your hands.
    Sorry Gautami - maybe it was the reading of it first thing in the morning that created a certain interpretation.

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  7. I liked the somber mood of this poem.
    Cx

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  8. that's funny,Rhi........i thought Guinness was the liquid in question........

    well done gautami

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  9. A whole new way of looking at drinking coffee. (raising mug) cheers to that.

    I love the idea of "hunching" into yourself.

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  10. That sounds like a damn fine cup o coffee

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  11. and yes yes yes to Dilmah ... my fav tea! :-)

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  12. intractable and arrogant-
    my smile comes across.
    I like that part...

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  13. Great work, Gautami. I came here on a whim from Susan Helene Gottfried's blog - and I'm glad I did.

    I grew up in India and it figures prominently in my first novel.

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  14. oh yes - coffee
    when it's good it really is good :)
    thank you

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  15. ah... there's no life before the morning coffee! :)
    good one!

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  16. I love how you word potray the feelings..bringing poetry to us

    Nasra

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