Monday 15 August 2011

unbrushed

on a monday morning,
I see that girl rushing out
and watch her slip on the sidewalk
and a boy catch her slowly
or maybe I see it in slow motion
I too slip, and the paint splashes
on the walls, falling on ground

I had picked the rollers
out of the garbage, 
to roll on the bare walls
to cover the evidence
of our raw tactility
to give it a semblance

"now watching the boy and the girl, I want it all open"

16 comments:

  1. nice, love how you weave in the boy and the girlllto cover the evidence is a nice line as well...well played...

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  2. "to cover the evidence
    of our raw tactility"

    Loved these lines especially. Good one.

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  3. Well done Gautami and the interconnection of the two verses makes the pattern whole!!

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  4. I really like this.

    "to cover the evidence
    of our raw tactility"

    Wow!

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  5. The meaning you describe is all too real and all too intangible. Where's the evidence?

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  6. Really like your choice of words:
    "to cover the evidence

    of our raw tactility"



    Wow!
    Thank you for your visit and leaving me this link to a wonderful poem.

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  7. Gautami, liked this very much. Glad the boy caught the girl, but sad no one caught the speaker. The ending floats there, suspended, and I liked that, too. Nice! Amy
    Mine: http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/08/17/strolling-we-write-poems/

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  8. I just love that last stanza, Gautami.

    Pamela

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  9. Beautiful poem... Wonderful how paint can hide many things, but it can also draw attention to others.

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  10. Ahaa!Covering evidence!
    I have done some covering of secrets myself...
    Nice magpie!

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  11. love the words playing here with the image

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