Wednesday 9 September 2009

misty, dusty



I clutch that wooden peacock
a remnant of my childhood
memory of it all surfaces

misted thoughts shadow
the reflected green walls
I stop, filter it all out

coolly watch the wind dancing.
that peacock moves in my palm
my psych dusts itself

cleansing all the remembrances
I make way for new ones
but that wooden peacock stays

"only a small token, but I love its faded colours"

27 comments:

  1. Think many of us have some item whose touch and memory keeps us rational in times of change, pain and/or crisis. Love that last line.

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  2. How many times I have held the object in my hand wavering between the trash and a prominent place on the mantel. sigh.

    Well said!! I love your poetry.

    b

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  3. "cleansing all rememberances"... and I am grateful you saved your words to share with us.

    Excellent!

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  4. Those memories are so important to the present.

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  5. I tried to visualise your peacock and all its cryptic remembrances..it must be something endearing.

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  6. Hi Gautami,

    Lovely. A life in the palm of your hand.

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  7. from Therese B. at RWP -- I like how the poem moves from something mistily and dustily remembered (title) to something that moves in the palm (near center of poem)to someone who speaks out loud (last line of poem). This movement is from unreal past to real present.

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  8. Nicely handled. An object can be many things and hold many meanings. I like your attitude of going on.

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  9. What a delight. You have a lovely turn of phrase.

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  10. I like the iconic feel of the peacock; it's like a reliquary statue, a household god, something a child would secretly worship, and by doing so make sacred.

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  11. It made me think that I am familiar with the feeling of memories contained by old objects in a hidden corner... "my psych dusts itself",love it...

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  12. This feels honest, Gautami, and has a self-aware sense of humour about itself. Very good.

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  13. I like that you used a peacock. it says to me you had many beautiful colours in you childhood memories. It's nice to dust away the cobwebs and take another look. Thank you for writing this. I will enjoy another reading.

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  14. This really captures the way an object can hold memory.

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  15. Love this. I think we all have little treasures that we keep, and you've expressed the feeling tautly.

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  16. There are those objects and moments that will always keep us rooted to the past... the contradiction of a person who is always changed by experience yet maintains a constant "identity". This is very powerful in its simplicity.

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  17. I like the way you portray sorting memories, making room for new while hanging on to what is important, or grounding.

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  18. Just stopped by to congratulate you on your POTD mention at authorblog. Well deserved!

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  19. well done as usual...ya i really like "cleansing all rememberances" also

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  20. I came over from David's authorblog. Congrats on the Post of the Day Award!

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  21. beautiful writing, makes me think of a picture embroidered by my grandmother that's been in my home so long, i've stopped seeing it. i'm going to go home, look at it and maybe pull it out of the drawer and hang it...

    congrats on post of the day by authorblog!

    much love

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  22. that wooden peacock conjured images of an old weathervane, paint chipped and form beaten, much like the individual carrying it. nice vivid language throughout. -lawrence

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  23. 'my psch dusts itself'- lovely... and so profound...

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  24. most of my items that take me back are old books...running fingers across their texture...the smell of their story on dusty pages...beautiful piece. congrats on the POTD mention.

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  25. "but that wooden peacock stays..." Something important and resonant about that image, Guatami!

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  26. loved this one.Brought many personal images to mind. Thanks.

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