Tuesday, 15 February 2011

thousand odd words
















bloodied rays make it a red dawn
a lone hawk circles the fields
scoops low to catch that mole
in the coolness of the dawning day
I huddle near the window
a pen in my hand.
my journal has fallen on the ground
yet I am writing
my mind sees images 
and writes on the walls of thoughts

in that poetry book of mine
the blank pages speak thousand odd words
and create imaginary dragons

28 comments:

  1. loved the line, 'writes on walls of thought', great take on the prompt.

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  2. Loved this line too, Gautaumi

    my mind sees images
    and writes on the walls of thoughts

    What beauty!

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  3. Your whole poem is good, but that one line 'writes on the walls of thoughts' has captured everyone's attention. Great words!

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  5. Ditto on "the line." It's outstanding!

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  6. the blank pages speak a thousand odd words and create imaginary dragons

    Don't they just?! :)

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  7. 'scoops low to catch that mole'..like the sound of the bird scooping its wings..terrific! Always writing..always imagining..Jae

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  8. I enjoyed it Gautami..well written..

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  9. nice flow...scribbling on the walls of thought...yeah i get that...

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  10. writes on walls of thought - fine line, to be sure. An engimatic and magical piece.

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  11. I agree with others..writing on walls of thought..such is poetry...lovely and pure..

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  12. so much to say...yet the pages remain blank...love how "the blank pages speak thousand odd words" telling cryptic stories of how we are carried off into daydreams and mindless imaginations by the shadows and activity right outside our window. Terrific!

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  13. Your dragons are fast and furious. Always a pleasure to share your poetry.

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  14. I keep a journal for nighttime scribblings in the dark. Sometimes, in the daylight, I can't read them. Beautiful poem.

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  15. love the imagery of thousand odds words in blank pages...

    wow, superb tale.

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  16. We never know what can stir our imagination! I so wish we had a mental diary where we could jot it all down (just in case a pen ain't around..)
    Sigh... I hear ya, Gautami...
    Good one!

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  17. I see I am one of the thousand readers who agrees that you have turned a fine phrase:
    my mind sees images
    and writes on the walls of thoughts

    Great poem!

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  18. "writes on the walls of thoughts"
    I love that image, Gautami.

    Pamela

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  19. Beautiful imagery! Love the bloody sun...

    www.lkharris-kolp.blogspot.com

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  20. Love the poem, and the title, I adore!

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  21. This one has to be a keeper, Gautami. It is resonant with emotion.

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  22. You have allowed the words to form around the image, to capture something special.

    Poetry24…where news is the Muse

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  23. Now THAT is the way to combine prompts! All I could see in the salt shaker was salt: you give me dragons.

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  24. Also love the writing on walls of thought line - any writer can relate to that so well.

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