Friday, 23 October 2009

mean edges

mean edges of the bricks
cut deep into the skin

sounds of that aircraft
tone down the loud silence

sonnets twirl out of my pen
the paper accepts them gratefully

crawling pain turns elusive-
sonnets stand in attention

I cement the various layers
rounding the edges skillfully

tuning to the drones of aircraft
which recedes with much aplomb

"if poetry comes out of all this, why should I complain?"

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I participated in Dewey's 24-hour Readathon, which took place on 24-25 October. I posted updates about my reading on my other blog, everything distils into reading. If you wish, you can go and comment there. I will appreciate that very much.

I will get back to your blogs after I recover from the Dewey's 24-hour Readathon.

My eyes are total goner now!
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33 comments:

  1. RBroeker23 October 2009 at 16:16

    Your way to write is a walk on the borderline: you know the instruments, you know their possibilities, and you know what happens with and in the patient. But if all this turns out in a good poem, there's nothing to complain.

    I like your work.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  2. Jeeves23 October 2009 at 21:38

    Lovely work. Poetry just flows

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  3. Shraddha@theselfloveproject23 October 2009 at 22:31

    i loved it ..very edgy..

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  4. swapnap24 October 2009 at 01:47

    I think it was beautiful to " cement the various layers rounding the edges" true, no scope for complain if it all inspires.

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  5. Lorraine24 October 2009 at 04:38

    You have quite a talent dear Gautami, very word-skilled indeed :)

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  6. Sweetest in the Gale24 October 2009 at 05:38

    I loved how this poem flowed, yet it was gritty and rough with the visuals of cement and brick.

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  7. b24 October 2009 at 13:48

    Yes indeed, why complain. A poem is better than most things. :)

    b

    http://torristravels.blogspot.com/2009/10/pollyann-synonym-disambiguation.html

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  8. Tumblewords:24 October 2009 at 19:44

    mean edges, cement, drones of aircraft, loud silence. Interesting how you've taken these hard nouns and turned them to artistic lines. Nice!

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  9. songofsea24 October 2009 at 21:38

    Surely there's no need to complain with such fine poetry....
    So well written gautami.

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  10. The Dark Lord24 October 2009 at 22:20

    Very powerful work, with a smooth flow to it, augmented by vivid imagery!

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  11. Greyscale Territory24 October 2009 at 23:56

    Love the oxymoron of "loud silence"! A very artistic flight of fancy!

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  12. anthonynorth25 October 2009 at 01:56

    Love the idea of building a poem, and the last line is so true.

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  13. Amias25 October 2009 at 02:24

    This was a nice ride!

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  14. Amity Me25 October 2009 at 03:29

    i am amazed reading works of Poets like you...:)

    me, i simply write, i just scribble my simple thoughts and ideas in a simple way, and writing like the way you do is such an elusive dream for me...:)

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  15. linda may25 October 2009 at 04:33

    I wish sonnets swirled out of my pen like yours do, or my keyboard.

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  16. Loch Rob25 October 2009 at 04:53

    Edgey, powerful. Several differing thoughts intertwined. Is there some pain and heartache here? I enjoyed a lot.

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  17. SandyCarlson25 October 2009 at 05:19

    How you weave all of life into story, creating meaning. Well done.

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  18. Leo25 October 2009 at 05:22

    vivid & powerful! good one GT!

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  19. Linda Jacobs25 October 2009 at 06:02

    I like the idea of brickwork and poetry writing!

    To me, the best poetry arises right from our surroundings...like this one did!

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  20. PS : De-abbreviate as you like ;)25 October 2009 at 06:04

    No one will compalin till you keep churnign out such lines :)

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  21. quin browne25 October 2009 at 07:50

    i've missed reading you... i came back to find the same lovely work..

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  22. gs batty25 October 2009 at 08:08

    interesting and provoking

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  23. Shraddha@theselfloveproject25 October 2009 at 09:21

    very interesting and lovely poem!

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  24. Maggie25 October 2009 at 09:53

    That which was elusive you brought to the front in a smooth and creative way.

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  25. lissa25 October 2009 at 11:49

    I love the line - "sonnets twirl out of my pen" - it's so powerful, poetic and something I would like, wouldn't it be great if words just come out with a touch of pen to paper?

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  26. Cassiopeia Rises25 October 2009 at 12:23

    This is good Tami. the words and images flow like a stream.


    love, Melanie

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  27. Dee Martin25 October 2009 at 16:11

    Congrats on surviving the read-a-thon. This was wonderful - shame is indeed like the rough edges of a brick and ecen when others cannot hear it it sounds as loud as an airplane when it speaks in our own ears, but you take it all and turn it into art with your words.

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  28. JP/deb25 October 2009 at 20:50

    we are what we focus on ...

    excellent poem.

    peace,
    JP/deb

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  29. Yellow Tulip25 October 2009 at 23:58

    lovely work :)..no complains

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  30. Jukota26 October 2009 at 11:18

    rounding the edges, breaking open the silence, always the most elusive for me! Nice job!

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  31. Jim27 October 2009 at 03:03

    Hi GT, you can complain. We always can complain. Your poem is a nice complaint showing the world how nasty it really is.
    ..

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  32. Tammie Lee28 October 2009 at 11:26

    I love the last line,
    perhaps with most situations
    if something is to be gained, learned, shared, why complain.
    Nice.
    Spirithelpers

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  33. Americanising Desi29 October 2009 at 23:56

    oooohhh the power and vivacity :D

    puts me on my feet!

    Shame on me

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