I pulled the blinds
sunlight percolated
into my domain
filigreed walls
swayed delicately
I felt your pull
drawing me into you
your heartbeat
hurtled into mine
in a staccato
ghosts of the past night
ran away so fast
that I couldn't imagine
they had been there
lying absurdly between us
"now only you, I and
swaying filigreed walls"
wonderful. Have a great day.
ReplyDeleteI like the flow in this.......
ReplyDeleteAhh, very delicate, my friend.
ReplyDeleteSo much tenderness and love in this reflection. Some ghosts are comforting.
ReplyDeleteI love the notion of sunlight percolating into the room on an early morning.
ReplyDeleteWow!!!Love this one.
ReplyDeleteThis reads beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely. Filigreed walls is such a compelling exotic image to me.
ReplyDeleteRipe with passion and yet delicately sensitive! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteit's far to human:
ReplyDeleteindistinct whorls of being;
red shorts blue top shine
beautiful...as usual.
ReplyDelete"swaying filigreed walls" - a beautiful image!
ReplyDeleteDelicate, sensual images in this piece - written with such clarity. I truly enjoyed it.
ReplyDeletePurely delightful.
ReplyDeletevery sweet read :)
ReplyDeleteloved the flow
Happy SS
Into The Absurd
This is beautiful!
ReplyDeletehave a great day :)
t
I can see it...beautiful.
ReplyDeleteb
You really have a lovely way of weaving words together, bravo :)
ReplyDeleteoh so lovely.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy seeing how things can shift.
That was Wow...
ReplyDeleteesp liked the lines.....
I felt your pull
drawing me into you
your heartbeat
hurtled into mine
in a staccato
(makes me shy)
So many wonderful lines in this. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteParasite
Beautiful and enigmatic, and perfectly balanced.
ReplyDeleteGautami, with a little more time I do believe I could fit Catherine the Great of Russian into the folds of your poem.
ReplyDeleteYour work here certainly draws me in and right away I thought of her, even of her sordid 'love life.'
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You're on with "assimilated" next week!
ReplyDeleteAin't it the truth--dang ghosts won't stay around to play or fight in the daylight.
ReplyDeleteTight and dry!
Thanks--
Beautiful poem. I have been looking for some wooden roll-up shades for my fron porch & they remind me of the filigried walls that you speak of.
ReplyDeletexoxo,
JP/deb
Lovely rhythm. Reminds me on one I wrote.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautifully written piece. Thanks for sharing. :)
ReplyDeleteExcellent-and very romantic!
ReplyDeleteyour heartbeat
ReplyDeletehurtled into mine
in a staccato
I can almost feel the pounding!
Stealing Time #5
very beautiful. love the entire concept. good job!
ReplyDeletekind of romantic in the beginning, but kind of sorrowful at the end, a relationship not yet fruitful, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteNice piece, filled with so many pleasant images.
ReplyDeleteFiligreed walls - a beautiful image and words to match.
ReplyDeleteRippling walls that let the light in. How lovely.
ReplyDeletehow interesting! not sure what I would do with the word "wall"
ReplyDeleteTami, this wonderful A clever
ReplyDeleteuse of the prompt I really like your images and the way your wolds flow. This almost seem like a dream scape, where all that is lovely yet sad vanishes in the morning light. Where all that is warm and good awaits you.
I just loved this.
love, Melanie-bd
beautiful, romantically passionate.
ReplyDeletedumb not to understand the context. :(
ReplyDeleteBut the first para, of sunlight entering and gushing, the swaying effect is wonderful.
"Ghosts... ran away so fast"...couldn't imagine...lying absurdly between us.
ReplyDeleteVery compelling piece.
Kat