Friday, 28 August 2009

weeks trample on each other like magazines

I've been waiting for you,
days trample on each other like magazines
filled with deep buzzing where words merge into images
perceptions recide in the jumble of blue memory
yet nothing comes to assert your arrival
I have not learned to notice your presence

stressed of a long day I seek you-
you who I must give back some day
to someone I don't know who

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Interestingly, the prompt for this weeks' Sunday Scribblings is poetry. This was cake walk for me. Need I say more?
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46 comments:

  1. Old Grizz28 August 2009 at 19:40

    "you who I must give back some day
    to someone I don't know who"

    haunting, intriguing....a thought?...a poem?...a memory?...a story?
    you captivated me with this poem

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  2. Michelle Johnson28 August 2009 at 20:00

    I truly enjoyed reading this poem with its strong ending. Have a great weekend.

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  3. Leo28 August 2009 at 20:38

    oh this is so beautiful Gautami...

    really loved reading it!

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  4. Granny Smith28 August 2009 at 22:19

    This is beautiful and it's sad. The last lines are a moving statement

    I loved reading it.

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  5. ratanaong29 August 2009 at 00:30

    love the metaphor, you've a way with words! Well done!

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  6. Americanising Desi29 August 2009 at 01:08

    "you who I must give back some day
    to someone I don't know who"

    brings back somethin to me :)

    My Sunday Poetry

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  7. venus6629 August 2009 at 01:31

    "you who I must give back some day
    to someone I don't know who"

    Beautiful lines. Very deep.

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  8. anthonynorth29 August 2009 at 01:35

    Perfectly done, with a hint of both sorrow and mystery.

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  9. SarahJ29 August 2009 at 01:44

    very nice - especially that title/second line. thanks

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  10. Lorraine29 August 2009 at 05:26

    probably one of my favourites of yours, it's briliant

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  11. Sweetest in the Gale29 August 2009 at 06:53

    filled with deep buzzing where words merge into images...perceptions recide in the jumble of blue memory

    This was gorgeous...so visual and rich! Lovely, as always.

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  12. Jeeves29 August 2009 at 08:33

    As usual. Brilliant

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  13. keiths ramblings29 August 2009 at 11:27

    I'm with everyone else here. Fantastic.

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  14. b29 August 2009 at 12:23

    You always make me wonder if I am looking inside you life or another's...it all looks and feel so real!

    b

    http://torristravels.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-scribblingsthe-lyrics-of-her.html

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  15. Janice Thomson29 August 2009 at 13:45

    Full of mystery and haunting emotions - love those last lines.

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  16. Stan Ski29 August 2009 at 16:20

    Conjures up all sorts of images.

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  17. Deborah Godin29 August 2009 at 16:51

    Another human connection that hits and misses - you describe these emotions so well.

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  18. sage29 August 2009 at 17:05

    Nice ending, Gautami

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  19. Tammy29 August 2009 at 17:56

    Grizz captured my thoughts on this and I loved "blue memories."

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  20. swapnap29 August 2009 at 20:09

    Lovely flow of words..amazed at the way you handle words dear.

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  21. JP/deb29 August 2009 at 21:18

    Loved the title line ... interesting though that you changed days to weeks.

    mmm.... love wondering why.

    peace,
    JP/deb

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  22. J. Andrew Lockhart29 August 2009 at 21:43

    I really like this!!

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  23. Jim29 August 2009 at 22:18

    Hey G.T, been there, done that. Mrs. Jim came into the room the other day and I missed her entrance entirely.
    Those magazines stack up fast, don't they. Newspapers too!
    ..

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  24. spacedlaw29 August 2009 at 22:32

    Such ache in the last three lines!

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  25. Amias29 August 2009 at 22:51

    The last three lines summed this up beautifully, and pulled at my heart string.

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  26. Greyscale Territory29 August 2009 at 22:58

    Beautiful feeling! Waiting for an invisible memory! A little like waiting for the legendary blue moon! Fascinating!

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  27. SandyCarlson30 August 2009 at 05:02

    I too enjoyed this and the very strong ending. The temporary yet deep emotions tug on my heart.

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  28. Pam30 August 2009 at 05:49

    I love the second line - I got an immediate image and it drove the poem forward.

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  29. Jane Doe30 August 2009 at 06:11

    A very beautiful poem. It's very powerful, especially the last lines.

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  30. Vita Stunder30 August 2009 at 07:23

    Beautiful poem - I love the last lines.

    Have a great week!
    Anna

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  31. Maggie30 August 2009 at 08:35

    For some reason this poem made me think of a time when it was so hard for me to wait to get photos developed.

    I enjoyed the visuals you displayed in this poem.

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  32. zoya gautam30 August 2009 at 10:33

    .. reminded of sahir ludhanvi's couplet( poet emeritus urdu, --coarsely translated as under ) _

    " what realizations and disasters the world gives to me

    it is that which i return back in my poetry "

    ur sensitive writing is good to read .. thanks for sharing it..

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  33. zoya gautam30 August 2009 at 10:43

    poet emeritus ?

    shouldn't that be poet laureate ! ..

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  34. if30 August 2009 at 11:05

    as always your depictions are so vivid !

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  35. quin browne30 August 2009 at 13:04

    i like how you brought the title into the piece...

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  36. Patois30 August 2009 at 16:05

    Proof of your creativity and gift: that it was a "cake walk" for you.

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  37. Jennifer Hicks30 August 2009 at 16:18

    are you describing rest? a soul? a memory? great stuff!

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  38. Dee Martin30 August 2009 at 16:22

    coming late to the poetry party, I'm left like everyone else, with questions. That for me is a beautiful thing here - everyone has their own questions and walks away thinking. Whether poetry or any other use of words, that is a gift in and of itself.

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  39. Divinedesign30 August 2009 at 19:21

    The line "I have not learned to notice your presence" really struck me..
    I will be conscious of this in all my relationships:)
    Thanks for the reminder.

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  40. Tammie Lee30 August 2009 at 21:25

    weeks and day, hours and minutes, pile one on top of the next. Great piece!
    Spirithelpers

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  41. The Dark Lord30 August 2009 at 22:52

    Beautiful! Intriguing, yet, comes with a rather "knowing" feeling.. You have such a splendid way with words..

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  42. Kuyerjudd31 August 2009 at 08:33

    Gautami, this is beautiful. I especially like this line, "filled with deep buzzing where words merge into images".

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  43. Just someone31 August 2009 at 08:45

    Indeed - cake walk! Your poetry collection is just awesome!!!

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  44. Tumblewords:31 August 2009 at 17:53

    Nice images - particularly fond of magazines trampling on each other and the giving back ... -

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  45. Patti1 September 2009 at 08:23

    Hi~ I loved the line "days trample on each other like magazines" Your poem was haunting and mysterious. Have a wonderful school year!

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  46. DeLi3 September 2009 at 07:41

    the end lines are so intriguing

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