Friday 23 October 2009

mean edges

mean edges of the bricks
cut deep into the skin

sounds of that aircraft
tone down the loud silence

sonnets twirl out of my pen
the paper accepts them gratefully

crawling pain turns elusive-
sonnets stand in attention

I cement the various layers
rounding the edges skillfully

tuning to the drones of aircraft
which recedes with much aplomb

"if poetry comes out of all this, why should I complain?"

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I participated in Dewey's 24-hour Readathon, which took place on 24-25 October. I posted updates about my reading on my other blog, everything distils into reading. If you wish, you can go and comment there. I will appreciate that very much.

I will get back to your blogs after I recover from the
Dewey's 24-hour Readathon.

My eyes are total goner now!



33 comments:

  1. Your way to write is a walk on the borderline: you know the instruments, you know their possibilities, and you know what happens with and in the patient. But if all this turns out in a good poem, there's nothing to complain.

    I like your work.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  2. Lovely work. Poetry just flows

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  3. I think it was beautiful to " cement the various layers rounding the edges" true, no scope for complain if it all inspires.

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  4. You have quite a talent dear Gautami, very word-skilled indeed :)

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  5. I loved how this poem flowed, yet it was gritty and rough with the visuals of cement and brick.

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  6. Yes indeed, why complain. A poem is better than most things. :)

    b

    http://torristravels.blogspot.com/2009/10/pollyann-synonym-disambiguation.html

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  7. mean edges, cement, drones of aircraft, loud silence. Interesting how you've taken these hard nouns and turned them to artistic lines. Nice!

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  8. Surely there's no need to complain with such fine poetry....
    So well written gautami.

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  9. Very powerful work, with a smooth flow to it, augmented by vivid imagery!

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  10. Love the oxymoron of "loud silence"! A very artistic flight of fancy!

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  11. Love the idea of building a poem, and the last line is so true.

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  12. i am amazed reading works of Poets like you...:)

    me, i simply write, i just scribble my simple thoughts and ideas in a simple way, and writing like the way you do is such an elusive dream for me...:)

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  13. I wish sonnets swirled out of my pen like yours do, or my keyboard.

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  14. Edgey, powerful. Several differing thoughts intertwined. Is there some pain and heartache here? I enjoyed a lot.

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  15. How you weave all of life into story, creating meaning. Well done.

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  16. vivid & powerful! good one GT!

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  17. I like the idea of brickwork and poetry writing!

    To me, the best poetry arises right from our surroundings...like this one did!

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  18. No one will compalin till you keep churnign out such lines :)

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  19. i've missed reading you... i came back to find the same lovely work..

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  20. That which was elusive you brought to the front in a smooth and creative way.

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  21. I love the line - "sonnets twirl out of my pen" - it's so powerful, poetic and something I would like, wouldn't it be great if words just come out with a touch of pen to paper?

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  22. This is good Tami. the words and images flow like a stream.


    love, Melanie

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  23. Congrats on surviving the read-a-thon. This was wonderful - shame is indeed like the rough edges of a brick and ecen when others cannot hear it it sounds as loud as an airplane when it speaks in our own ears, but you take it all and turn it into art with your words.

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  24. we are what we focus on ...

    excellent poem.

    peace,
    JP/deb

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  25. rounding the edges, breaking open the silence, always the most elusive for me! Nice job!

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  26. Hi GT, you can complain. We always can complain. Your poem is a nice complaint showing the world how nasty it really is.
    ..

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  27. I love the last line,
    perhaps with most situations
    if something is to be gained, learned, shared, why complain.
    Nice.
    Spirithelpers

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  28. oooohhh the power and vivacity :D

    puts me on my feet!

    Shame on me

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