Thursday 6 January 2011

I write footnotes here...

by riverside I sat with closed eyes
he was reading out to me
what he uttered barely registered
his voice flowed mellifluously
that was my anchor against stillness-
a stillness which frightened me
I felt his chin touch my shoulder
I turned towards him
when I opened my eyes
I saw the invisible abundance,
smelled the intersected air between us

"feet by feet, why do we have to measure distance?

30 comments:

  1. A lovely question that..one may have to spend a life time to get an answer and still feel empty.. Gautami, a delightful read this..

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  2. Your title is brilliant. Lovely dreamy poem.

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  3. Again, you fill my head with images, soft and detailed, and then stop the drift with a wise and deeply thoughtful question. Gautami, you just keep pulling me in. Thank you,

    Elizabeth

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  4. Gautami, a beautiful poem.
    Pamela

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  5. ummn, a voice like an anchor, I know that feeling well and true. And it's a blessing abundant!

    Beautiful!

    xo

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  6. Lovely poem that makes me think.

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  7. Yesterday, I heard someone say, "All we really have are the footnotes we leave behind." I think your are wonderful.

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  8. I like the line "anchor against stillness" very much - such an unusual juxtaposition.

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  9. Gautami, I love thinking about the invisible abundance. Wonderful poem.

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  10. Interesting footnote! I too like "invisible abundance".

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  11. It's interesting how the poem starts with alternate lines rhyming (me/mellifluously/me) and then that pattern disappears about halfway through. It makes one wonder what else is being lost.

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  12. Great meditation on measuring "the distance." I really liked this.

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  13. smelled the intersected air between us

    LOVE that line!

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  14. Really enjoyed the imagery and questioning you've penned here. Nice, oh, nice!

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  15. Excellent last line, as always.

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  16. Loved the final two images of "invisible abundance" and "intersected air"...like a crescendo...an answer to just being in a close dream!

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  17. "Smelled the intersected air"...lovely! The whole poem was beautiful.

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  18. Oh, lovely! I think this is one of my favorites of yours to date. Also love "intersected air" - brilliant. Perfect title.

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  19. Lovely poem and like many others,impressed by the last two lines.Very nice!

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  20. Beautiful poem. I can visualize the scene perfectly.

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  21. Hi Gautami,

    Felt the love, the abundance.....

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  22. This can indeed be felt. Great thinking !

    Please have a good Tuesday.

    daily athens

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  23. Justice to the title indeed.
    Very well woven.

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