your voice, unheard,
yet touches me
cooling my soul
like mist in marshland
songs of your spirit
stain the lakes of my heart
sun will turn to black hole
the mysteries of the universe
might get lost, I and you
will disintegrate into particles
moving randomly
hurtling through space
"when everything has to end
why can't I keep my mind composed?"
A good question. And maybe continually asking it will provide the answer, before it comes to this.
ReplyDeleteyour poem makes me feel 'misty'. very touching Gautami!
ReplyDeleteIt does seem that such a strong mind should continue, or is that simply denial?
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I belive it does. :)
ReplyDeleteI love your idea here! well said, too. :)
ReplyDeleteI really like the imagery you paint...
ReplyDeleteI love your writing..keep them coming
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of sitting in my office on damp nights with the window behind me open to the breezes. Every once in a while, I'd feel a cool wet breath on my bare neck, and I'd feel touched by ghosts and souls and beautiful quiet.
ReplyDeleteThe mysteries of the universe tend to be reflected in the personal. This is a lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteHaunting imagery Tami! We all just fake being composed. lol
ReplyDeleteYour mind sounded pretty composed to me! Nice one Gautami
ReplyDeleteIt fools with the emotions is that bad or good I don't know.
ReplyDeleteHauntingly beautiful as always.
"Don't look on the bright side, there's too much shine, Stand in the shadows where you can clearly see."
It is sad. We ride the winds of entropy, singing majestically and painting the sky. Hope has to come from outside this realm, that's for sure.
ReplyDeleteI would really like to know this too! Very thought-provoking.
ReplyDeleteInteresting and descriptive. I really enjoyed reading this poem.
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"songs of your spirit
ReplyDeletestain the lakes of my heart"
What a beautiful line! I like this contemplative poem!
touching indeed, gautami, and beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI love the descriptions in the opening--nicely done
ReplyDeletelike mist in marshland--what a beautiful line from a beauitful poem!
ReplyDeletesome things are too deep to grasp...
ReplyDeletebeautifully written!
you always asking for a way to be firmly roooted..
ReplyDelete"How can you catch a cloud and pin it down?" The mind is a variable not a constant. Enjoy composing in such a fluid world of ideas. That is the key to the mystery of the universe. Questions!
ReplyDeleteInteresting!
Gemma
Little wonder you can't keep you mind composed...it's floating everywhere!! This is really wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI keep returning to the image of "lakes of my heart". It is so mysterious.
ReplyDeleteYou and your poems are always composed!
ReplyDeleteI like these lines,
"cooling my soul
like mist in marshland
songs of your spirit
stain the lakes of my heart"
I like your poem, gautami.
ReplyDeleteNice work, as usual. Lovely layers and an all-consuming question. Good writing!
ReplyDeleteI love the lakes of the soul image!
ReplyDelete"Why can't I keep my mind composed..."
ReplyDeleteIndeed.
Great take on the prompt.
Blessings,
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