Tuesday 29 November 2011

diasporic flavor

there was so much whispering
in the mist of that vast gathering

a lonely garden chair, under that oak
had so many people flock there

a membrane of fleeting nostalgia
so heavy that I needed a crane

such aura of colors
mixed with diasporic flavor

a lone voice from the past
created noise silently

I stretched a limb or two
you took a dim view

"when ennui sets in,
why don't I get all dewy?"

19 comments:

  1. nice...crazy how those memories can do that...i like how you have it engaging all the sense as that often happens to me...

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  2. a lone voice from the past
    created noise silently



    love all the lines, well done.

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  3. I had to look up diasporic, learned a new word, thank you!

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  4. and they always turn up so unexpected..in the middle of our busy days.. love the imagery here..the lonely garden chair.. also the word diasporic..

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  5. Wow...beautifully written...a lone voice from the past created noise silently..tugs the heart.

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  6. Lovely poemlets. Especially the final couplet!

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  7. Nicely expressed...I hope crane helped you... now I know what I need to do under such a weight of some membrane of nostalgia..

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  8. I need a crane. Wow. Evocative words.

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  9. Nostalgic and clamoring for ennui. Seems almost as if the gathering were not real,a phantasm of reflective dreaming. Well done G.
    Regards,
    Donald

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  10. That lone voice from the past caught my attention. It's funny how in the middle of a crowd you can have a sudden space and privacy to yourself in a thought or a memory.

    And I like the irony you created in this couplet: "a membrane of fleeting nostalgia/so heavy that I needed a crane".

    -Nicole

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  11. Gautami, each poemlet flows into the next effortlessly. Lovely.

    Pamela

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  12. llagreat lines here Gautami..thanks for this

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  13. a membrane of fleeting nostalgia
    so heavy that I needed a crane

    Phrases like this are what make your poetry so exceptional. I love this.

    Namaste.........ccj

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  14. Processions of people through time, memory, history..and I suppose eventually ennui does set in. Well done!

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  15. I imagine finding a quiet space during a family or non-family gathering and feeling the weight
    of the past brush against you.

    Also, there is a Zelda quality to this poem.

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  16. "a membrane of fleeting nostalgia so heavy that I needed a crane" I have memories that feel like this. Great, expressive piece!

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  17. I am new to visit your blog. Found you through the Poetry Pantry and I am certainly happy that I did because I really like your style. This piece reminds me much of my own, having spent most of my time writing about those memories and trying to capture just a hint of their taste once more. You have a new fan, I am following!

    Kellie

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  18. http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2011/12/poetry-picnic-week-17photos-nostalgia.html


    one of your entry from last year is represented at our week 17 poetry picnic,

    check it out,

    welcome joining us today.

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