Wednesday 17 November 2010

intriguing walls


at midnight, I hear
a latch fall open
in an attic closet, and then
a profound silence
dark stucco of low clouds
clutch the sky
a branch falls into the street.
a snail travels up a tree-
a long happy journey.
a little water drips with delight
from a tap in the park nearby
I look at the changing walls
stories hidden there intrigue me

"reflections of such proportions 
are more important than sleep"

45 comments:

  1. That sounds awesome Gautami . You never fail at delivering wonderful writing .

    peace

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  2. What fantastic imagination Gautami..You have clutched happiness delightfully..well done..

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  3. I think this is one of my favourite poems that I have read of yours Gautami..I love that snail..Jae

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  4. The dark stucco of low clouds is so rich...

    Thank you - -

    Read my Magpie here.

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  5. Janet Aldrich (tec4)17 November 2010 at 07:46

    I really like this poem -- the imagery reached me. Thank you.

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  6. Liked the way you have taken up this challenge..great poem..
    I've yet to pen something.. :)

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  7. Excellent, Gautami.
    -- K
    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  8. Lovely poem and could actually feel hear and see the things you talk about!! I too like awake in bed and experience such things. You have made a beautiful verse from it :) One of your many bests I can say!!

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  9. A mystery, but not threatening - I like that.

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  10. Nice piece. I like the illustration, too.

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  11. Interesting use of italics to change an expected emphasis...a moving picture made of words.

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  12. *bows to thee*
    its always a pleasure reading you !! adore your posts completely :)

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  13. "..a branch falls into the street.
    a snail travels up a tree-
    a long happy journey.
    a little water drips with delight.."

    This, I liked a lot.

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  14. What a great image "dark stucco of low clouds." I have seen that before in my neck of the woods. Wonderful writing Gautami!

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  15. Beautiful stories hidden in those night time walls. Lovely piece.

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  16. Such lovely blending together of words.

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  17. Strong writing, as always. Beautifully crafted.

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  18. The mysteries of the middle of the night truly capture the poet's imagination! Wonderful.

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  19. Another strong, beautiful piece that all sets up the final line. Well done.

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  20. those stories hidden there intrigue me as well!

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  21. Another amazing offering! This has the great layering affect with so many stories to see and yet the main one moving along. Thanks for sharing this with us!

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  22. Thanks so much for stopping by my blog. I never seem to make the time to read other blogs and I enjoy your work. This one evokes the senses. Thanks for sharing it.

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  23. I wish I thought my midnight ponderings were as worthy of missing out on sleep! LOL :)

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  24. Very imaginative and descriptive. It's amazing how many things I notice late at night that I don't during the day.

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  25. Gautami,

    Took sometime to fathom depth brought out in both the poems which I read now.

    Take care

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  26. ur imagination is at par with none

    http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-really-are-happy.html

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  27. Dear gautami: Amazing imagery and atmosphere. How walls can and do talk in the every-changing patterns! Excellent!

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  28. The world can take on new dimension as the clock strikes midnight. Loved your description .........

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  29. beautiful imagery.

    and the part about these observations being more important than sleep...priceless. :)

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  30. Clearly a lot of thought went into this poem.

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  31. Love your use of imagery, and the sounds of the dripping water from the tap. The silence of the night does enhance the sounds, doesn't it.

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  32. Such great imagery with a very strong beginning.

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  33. maybe i will listen next time i can't shut my mind off for sleep.
    nice magpie

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  34. Absolutely, it's what you don't see that intrigues

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  35. Aaah..the intrigue held in those stories of the dark is comparable to NOTHING!! And you are so right, Gautami... Reflections of these proportions are waaaaaaaaaay more important than sleep! :)

    ~A humble sleepless girl that writes :)

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  36. love how you captured that state of being awakened and the thoughts that you think inbetween awake and asleep... the trailings of a snail heard, dynamite!!!

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