Saturday, 13 June 2009

filigreed walls

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"

40 comments:

  1. I like the flow in this.......

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  2. So much tenderness and love in this reflection. Some ghosts are comforting.

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  3. I love the notion of sunlight percolating into the room on an early morning.

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  4. That's lovely. Filigreed walls is such a compelling exotic image to me.

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  5. Ripe with passion and yet delicately sensitive! Beautiful!

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  6. it's far to human:
    indistinct whorls of being;
    red shorts blue top shine

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  7. "swaying filigreed walls" - a beautiful image!

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  8. Delicate, sensual images in this piece - written with such clarity. I truly enjoyed it.

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  9. very sweet read :)
    loved the flow

    Happy SS

    Into The Absurd

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  10. This is beautiful!
    have a great day :)
    t

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  11. I can see it...beautiful.

    b

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  12. You really have a lovely way of weaving words together, bravo :)

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  13. oh so lovely.
    I so enjoy seeing how things can shift.

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  14. That was Wow...
    esp liked the lines.....

    I felt your pull
    drawing me into you
    your heartbeat
    hurtled into mine
    in a staccato

    (makes me shy)

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  15. So many wonderful lines in this. Thanks.

    Parasite

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  16. Beautiful and enigmatic, and perfectly balanced.

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  17. Gautami, with a little more time I do believe I could fit Catherine the Great of Russian into the folds of your poem.
    Your work here certainly draws me in and right away I thought of her, even of her sordid 'love life.'
    ..

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  18. You're on with "assimilated" next week!

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  19. Ain't it the truth--dang ghosts won't stay around to play or fight in the daylight.

    Tight and dry!

    Thanks--

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  20. 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.

    xoxo,
    JP/deb

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  21. Lovely rhythm. Reminds me on one I wrote.

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  22. This is a beautifully written piece. Thanks for sharing. :)

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  23. your heartbeat
    hurtled into mine
    in a staccato

    I can almost feel the pounding!


    Stealing Time #5

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  24. very beautiful. love the entire concept. good job!

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  25. kind of romantic in the beginning, but kind of sorrowful at the end, a relationship not yet fruitful, perhaps?

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  26. Nice piece, filled with so many pleasant images.

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  27. Filigreed walls - a beautiful image and words to match.

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  28. Rippling walls that let the light in. How lovely.

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  29. how interesting! not sure what I would do with the word "wall"

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  30. Tami, this wonderful A clever
    use 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

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  31. beautiful, romantically passionate.

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  32. dumb not to understand the context. :(
    But the first para, of sunlight entering and gushing, the swaying effect is wonderful.

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  33. "Ghosts... ran away so fast"...couldn't imagine...lying absurdly between us.

    Very compelling piece.

    Kat

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