Friday, 18 April 2008

misting marshland-----Sunday Scribblings

your voice, unheard,
yet touches me
cooling my soul
like mist in marshland
songs of your spirit
stain the lakes of my heart

sun will turn to black hole
the mysteries of the universe
might get lost, I and you
will disintegrate into particles
moving randomly
hurtling through space

"when everything has to end
why can't I keep my mind composed?"

31 comments:

  1. A good question. And maybe continually asking it will provide the answer, before it comes to this.

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  2. your poem makes me feel 'misty'. very touching Gautami!

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  3. It does seem that such a strong mind should continue, or is that simply denial?

    Hope you've moved all right. Have a safe and fun weekend.

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  4. I love your idea here! well said, too. :)

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  5. I really like the imagery you paint...

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  6. I love your writing..keep them coming

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  7. This reminds me of sitting in my office on damp nights with the window behind me open to the breezes. Every once in a while, I'd feel a cool wet breath on my bare neck, and I'd feel touched by ghosts and souls and beautiful quiet.

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  8. The mysteries of the universe tend to be reflected in the personal. This is a lovely poem.

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  9. Haunting imagery Tami! We all just fake being composed. lol

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  10. Your mind sounded pretty composed to me! Nice one Gautami

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  11. It fools with the emotions is that bad or good I don't know.

    Hauntingly beautiful as always.

    "Don't look on the bright side, there's too much shine, Stand in the shadows where you can clearly see."

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  12. It is sad. We ride the winds of entropy, singing majestically and painting the sky. Hope has to come from outside this realm, that's for sure.

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  13. I would really like to know this too! Very thought-provoking.

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  14. Interesting and descriptive. I really enjoyed reading this poem.

    www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com

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  15. "songs of your spirit
    stain the lakes of my heart"

    What a beautiful line! I like this contemplative poem!

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  16. touching indeed, gautami, and beautifully written.

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  17. I love the descriptions in the opening--nicely done

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  18. like mist in marshland--what a beautiful line from a beauitful poem!

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  19. some things are too deep to grasp...
    beautifully written!

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  20. you always asking for a way to be firmly roooted..

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  21. "How can you catch a cloud and pin it down?" The mind is a variable not a constant. Enjoy composing in such a fluid world of ideas. That is the key to the mystery of the universe. Questions!

    Interesting!

    Gemma

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  22. Little wonder you can't keep you mind composed...it's floating everywhere!! This is really wonderful.

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  23. I keep returning to the image of "lakes of my heart". It is so mysterious.

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  24. You and your poems are always composed!

    I like these lines,

    "cooling my soul
    like mist in marshland
    songs of your spirit
    stain the lakes of my heart"

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  25. Nice work, as usual. Lovely layers and an all-consuming question. Good writing!

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  26. I love the lakes of the soul image!

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  27. "Why can't I keep my mind composed..."

    Indeed.

    Great take on the prompt.

    Blessings,
    Linda - Nickers and Ink


    ON GUARD, at Nickers and Ink

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