And also come ride the Monday Poetry Train...
pulsating, so ripe it throbs
suddenly developing wings
it flies away, disappearing
totally out of sight.
my tongue hanging out,
I look at the deep hole
where it ought to be
my hands feel the depth
tentacles form out of nowhere
roots fill the hole
sprouting leaves and buds
next thing I see flowers
blossoming. sweet fragrance reach
out to my nose and I do not miss
my fly away heart any more
"when I do find it floating on water
I kick it away, not wanting it"
very well done. surreal like dreaming in Salvador Dali.
ReplyDeletemy poem this week is a story of a ravishing.
Hmm. The narrator seems freed by the loss of a too-emotional heart. But how could the person 'feel' free without that heart?
ReplyDeleteIt feels like summer!
ReplyDeleteAnd I found it to be all the emotions you go through went loving again after an heartbreak!
I can't help but wonder if the "fly-away heart" was not the narrator's to keep in the first place. You know? the "if you love something set it free" kind?
ReplyDeleteAnd in setting it free, the narrator frees herself too?
A wonderful piece!
ReplyDeleteI love the image of the trees and buds and flowers blossoming where the heart used to be.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of those poems I'm going to be thinking about all day!
lovely; i have missed reading you
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I love how your heart blossomed in an unexpected place, in aplace where you treasured it, unlike the water.
ReplyDeleteHi,Gautami. I enjoyed reading your poem. I read it as a 'rites of spring/the agony and ecasty of creation/birth piece. Good work.
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powerful and multilayered...
ReplyDeleteOne can read so much into it!
ReplyDeletei could see and feel everything! very imaginative.
ReplyDeleteThis is very different for you, G, and I really like it. I had to read it through twice and I'm still not entirely certain I get it. There's so much going on in here!
ReplyDeleteI'm with Polona...many layers to this one. So much in life we think we want. We get close to it and at times get it and decide that is not what I want. The mind is a bed of unrest. My sense...
ReplyDelete"when I do find it floating on water
ReplyDeleteI kick it away, not wanting it"
you had these in quotation marks, so I wasn't sure if they were your words or a quotation... regardless, it's a fabulous last line.
Fly-away hearts can be a problem, but they're ours - we made them.
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines really give the poem a nice turn. Wonderfully vivid.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the image that you painted with your words
ReplyDeleteYes, really enjoyed the surrealist element to this, you did a good job.
ReplyDeletevisually pulsating.. so much movement throughout... especially liked the end note... kick it away, not wanting it...
ReplyDeleteI like the image of the tentacles transforming into flowers and buds - I imagine vines twisting around.
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