Monday, 2 January 2012

misty fog

River, Marina Moevs, 2005
I walk in the misty fog
the dust under my feet speaks to me
a tale of mirrored magic
hidden in the mystical fog

pebbles pave the way
branches kiss the sky
bending to the will of the earth
I pick the dust caress it carefully

smiling at its tale
I box it under a tree
the leaves hide me from the magic
in the opaque angles of light

I raise my head
feel an auspicious sign
look up to the sky
see it lined with gold

"I search for solid mass, but find vacuumed dreams"

24 comments:

  1. Vacuumed dreams... never ever read this phrase before.. love it.. thanks Gautami..another masterpiece from your creative imagination..

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  2. how the fog creates an atmosphere of dreams and wonder, nice Magpie

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  3. I especially like the last verse-dreamy poem.

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  4. What a beautiful piece, Gautami. : )

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  5. love the mist and the mood.
    fantastic walk.
    happy 2012.

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  6. I'm partial to the magic......
    Lovely!
    :)

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  7. "A tale of mirrored magic" indeed...

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  8. I know of the "vacuumed dreams"

    I really enjoyed the journey of this piece

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  9. The poem seems so uplifting ... vacuumed dreams is a wonderful phrase, but it seem so contradictory to the rest of the poem. Or was that your intent?

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  10. Wow..thats so simple and beautifully written!

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  11. nice...that last line is a great juxtaposition to the beauty of the ones prior...i like...smiles.

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  12. Really well constructed poem. THank you for sharing.

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  13. a dreamy poem Gautami....nicely done...thanks

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  14. It is a dreamy poem, as Wayne said, Gautami.

    Happy 2012!

    Pamela

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  15. This is so beautiful Gautami!! Every line a jewel of it's own!
    :-)

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  16. I love the last stanza, a lovely piece!

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  17. bending to the will of the earth
    I pick the dust caress it carefully


    Beautiful!

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  18. "I search for solid mass, but find vacuumed dreams"

    interesting!

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  19. This is a beautiful poem. You've made this such a gentle poem.

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  20. Nice! I felt like I was there in the moment with you! :)

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