in those stones
between the cracks
I see history
written pictorially
the marks in the crevices
speak of a fallen world
I gently rub my thumb
it glistens like jade
I move around it
thinking of cymbals of time
when you call out to me
I am amazed to see myself
in a skyscrapper
staring out of the window
to a place that doesn't exist
in my hand, I am holding
a stone, that jade one
I had rubbed with my thumb
when I show it to you, your
indulgence turns to surprise
"voices in my head transfer to yours"
nice post, I liked the imagery of the stone- the jade..I could see the colour of it in my mind's eye..
ReplyDeleteI liked this.
peace
very very deep, could go in any direction. causes one to think. that's what good writing is all about. my time was well spent here.
ReplyDeleteThe jade stone has a strong presence in this poem, for me. Time and space are visited in such a way nothing is lost. Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteGautami I love this poem. It reminds me of Rilke's 'I live my life in widening circles';
ReplyDelete"I still don't know if I am a Falcon, a storm or a great song.
Namaste
Oh beautiful Gautami I love Jade or greenstone as they call it in NZ
ReplyDeleteThe Maories say it has Mana or spiritual powers and energy
mystical and beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThis was awesome...great imagery!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful symbolic images.
ReplyDeletejust love the way u write!
ReplyDeleteOh what a lovely poem. YOu have great imagination.
ReplyDeleteJade has mystical qualities and your words do, too!
ReplyDeleteWe call those "worry stones"... but they're not usually made of anything as exotic as jade. Amazing how the mind can transport you to places you aren't isn't it?
ReplyDeleteYour words billow forth and back effortlessly, tugging us along at its wake at breathtaking speed, to propell us into newer dimensions and emotional scope.. the use of jade is superb.. there's a certain mystique in them..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful creation that goes so deep, and is heartfelt snd poignant, throbbing with the brilliance of the muse!
I like your reference to a jade stone. Well done with this prompt.
ReplyDeleteI would love to get my hands on the cymbals of time and go back.
ReplyDeleteIndulge me.
The jade really brought color to your words. And these lines especially stood out to me:
ReplyDeleteI am amazed to see myself
in a skyscrapper
staring out of the window
to a place that doesn't exist
Sometimes something like a jade stone can help us through a rough patch by being a sort of presence.
ReplyDeleteExcellent piece!
Straight from the soul, that one.
ReplyDeletebrilliant as ever !!
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of Freedom's Place
ReplyDeleteThe look of surprise made my heart jump!
ReplyDeleteJade ~ wealth on many levels. A dramatic image to use linking what was and what is!
ReplyDeleteLovely secondary illusions haunt this poem too! Cymbals may clash, but may simply be there for attention and importance!
A most ineresting poem!
This reminded me of my tours to historical places ( i just love it)....very true that you get lost in such indulgences....
ReplyDeletefeel like a fantasy, like those stories where people travel anywhere by their own thoughts
ReplyDeleteIndeed...I feel there is a fine line between time and mind.
ReplyDeleteI love the surrealism in this, The daydream becoming reality. Or is this the other way around?
ReplyDeleteI like how you capture the history that can residem wordless, in objects, can be conjured in the mind out of tactile impressions, and transport us out of time and space.
ReplyDeleteLove this one.The layers of history.
ReplyDeleteDeep and mysterious, a flash revealed, out of time and place but still anchored. You've layed out these paradoxes masterfullly!
ReplyDeleteLovely, as always.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I just stepped into an Escher painting.
ReplyDeleteLove those opening lines ...
ReplyDeletein those stones
between the cracks
I see history
peace,
JP/deb
You put thinking into a whole new arena ... I love the contrast, especially the "jade stone" .. it's magical.
ReplyDeleteI too, love the mystical tone of this poem.
ReplyDeleteI liked the second stanza where 'you' are called out of your trance. But did it stop your thinking process?
ReplyDeleteThanks for writing this, I enjoyed your transition and the mystic jade stone (I have one of those, in the raw).
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Truly inspired, luminous, this one. The eternal circling. The cymbals of time rattle the bones.
ReplyDeletebeautiful words!
ReplyDeleteYour close observation of the jade stone opens up worlds of possibility -- and a lovely poem which shifts and circles around the relationship. Another surprise!
ReplyDeleteThis fantasy feels so real. Wonderfully done.
ReplyDeletevery deep! the last line was absolutely wonderful!
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