Wednesday, 6 June 2007

Wings of Tale---Shakespearean Sonnet--3WW

Endless, Ought, Shadow

Wings of Tale

How can ever I know what all you say is true,
turning the corner you saw a wizard’s face?
This kind of talk from you not at all new,
you are prone to see weird things at any place.

Some times, I feel your imaginings are so free,
with your perception, the world ought to change-
fairy tales seem so true, present becomes history;
pictures from playing cards come alive. Strange

shadows seem so normal. None of those decree
work any more around you. Who is going to dwell
about the way you are? My thoughts are let it be,
go ahead make it known what you observe. Tell

it all in vivid details. Let the wings of tales grow,
merging into reality- turning into an endless show!

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And do feel free to read and comment on my review on "The Places in Between" by Rory Stewart.
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19 comments:

  1. ozymandiaz6 June 2007 at 03:18

    if reality is an amalgamation of perception than we must have all the pieces, no?

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  2. Rose Dewy Knickers6 June 2007 at 04:15

    Definitely get the impression of a puppet show, magic illusions. What is real?

    Rose

    xo

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  3. Borut6 June 2007 at 06:39

    Truth-moving pictures, yes!?:) Words of power, your words have power...

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  4. Rax6 June 2007 at 07:13

    lovely sonnet. love the insight on those shadow plays. beautiful ending :)

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  5. Joan6 June 2007 at 07:47

    Beautiful use of language.

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  6. Shelby6 June 2007 at 10:22

    beautiful :)

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  7. gautami tripathy6 June 2007 at 11:04

    ozymandiaz: THat we can't have, now can we?

    rose: Who knows whats real?

    borut, rax, joan, shelby: Thanks!

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  8. teachergirl6 June 2007 at 11:16

    Glad you came by; thanks for posting. Your pictures are amazing. Keep stopping by: I'll try to post more often now that I'm used to the summer school schedule.

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  9. Gay Walker6 June 2007 at 12:11

    I love your choice of words... the images that convey how if we dwell in fantasy long enough, it can mix with the real world and become difficult to separate. Particularly poignant when you're around older adults, who sometimes have trouble separating their real histories from what they wish had happened--my father a case in point.

    Lovely.

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  10. polona6 June 2007 at 12:25

    wonderful things come out where reality and imagination meet...

    enjoyed!

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  11. Traveling Chica6 June 2007 at 13:31

    Strange shadows seem so normal.

    I really like this line. It's always amazing what is "normal" to/about one person.

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  12. Clay Lowe6 June 2007 at 14:58

    I like the surreal imagery of your poem. I feel like I'm wandering through a demented dream

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  13. Bone6 June 2007 at 15:36

    It's always interesting the direction the words take people.

    This is my favorite line: pictures from playing cards come alive. Strange

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  14. Steve6 June 2007 at 17:19

    magical

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  15. A Tag Along Traveler6 June 2007 at 18:12

    Im not even sure what to comment on...as always...great job! Always a pleasure to read!

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  16. Keshi6 June 2007 at 20:33

    true...very true!

    btw Gautami when is ur bday?

    Hugggggggz!
    Keshi.

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  17. gautami tripathy9 June 2007 at 10:43

    Thanks friends. I think writing about shadows is my forte.

    :D

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  18. Annelisa9 June 2007 at 15:59

    Hi, I'm looking for your peace post or globe? could you let me know where it is? Thanks

    Peace to you and yours
    now and always

    Dona Nobis Pacem
    at Words that Flow

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  19. Marcia (MeeAugraphie)9 June 2007 at 17:20

    This felt right to me, especially the ending, "Let the wings of tales grow,
    merging into reality- turning into an endless show!"

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