Saturday, 28 November 2009

dust motes in the heart

the cut in my gold bangle
reflects the sunlight
while I watch the dust motes
admiring their movements
the games they play
randomly settling

I wish to dislodge
that indescribable something
within my heart
displacing it with yours
those flying dust motes
make it easier for me to decide

"without losing any moment
I let myself migrate into you
and feel your life force in me"
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38 comments:

  1. gs batty28 November 2009 at 20:36

    I would like to believe my life forces help your write this beautiful poetry but somehow I think you do it all by yourself.

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  2. b28 November 2009 at 20:41

    I love the visual image that helps me to understand the poem emotionally...very well done.

    b

    http://torristravels.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-things-never-change.html

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  3. swapnap28 November 2009 at 22:47

    Liked the way the cuts in your gold bangle took you in a moment to feel the life force...nicely written Gautami.

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  4. PS the Pratsie28 November 2009 at 23:20

    beautiful... :)

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  5. anthonynorth29 November 2009 at 02:14

    An excellent journey into the writers' mind.

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  6. Maggie29 November 2009 at 03:01

    I enjoyed the inspiration you received to write this great poem.

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  7. Lilibeth29 November 2009 at 03:51

    Moments like you have described so beautifully are those that etch themselves into our memory.

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  8. Lorraine29 November 2009 at 04:15

    Crafty, poetic, smart...better you than me hun ;)

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  9. SandyCarlson29 November 2009 at 04:25

    That is beautiful, tender, and uplifting. You made my morning.

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  10. Sweetest in the Gale29 November 2009 at 05:50

    Wonderful! Your words were sharp and crystal clear, just like the sunlight against the gold bangle.

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  11. Loch Rob29 November 2009 at 05:51

    To make this strong connection with another is always a desire. I like the way you interplay with the dust mote and these images. I like this one.

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  12. Amias29 November 2009 at 06:59

    Oh I loved how you ended this, a poem within itself ...

    "without losing any moment
    I let myself migrate into you
    and feel your life force in me"

    Beautiful!

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  13. Shraddha@theselfloveproject29 November 2009 at 10:20

    ooh how romantic!!

    i loved it!!

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  14. Jim29 November 2009 at 17:46

    Tami, ditto on the "how romantic!!"

    Now I will be looking for dust motes at play. I think my flashlight will work as did your bangle reflector.
    ..

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  15. Jennifer Hicks29 November 2009 at 18:26

    dust motes playing games...I love it. Your visuals are so strong and powerful!

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  16. Tumblewords:29 November 2009 at 19:04

    Wonderful use of the prompt word - the poem is tender and powerful, too!

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  17. Forgetfulone29 November 2009 at 19:06

    You have poetic talent, for sure. Thanks for sharing your writing with the world.

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  18. Carlos Gesmundo29 November 2009 at 19:25

    Lovely post, Gautami.

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  19. fourwindshaiga30 November 2009 at 11:17

    Like a jay, the golden bangle caught my mind's eye.

    I love this idea.

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  20. fourwindshaiga30 November 2009 at 11:18

    Like a jay, the golden bangle caught my mind's eye.

    I love this idea.

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  21. one more believer30 November 2009 at 13:02

    it is hard to separate oneself from another... and that a scratch in a bangle could so exquisitely bring it pass is lovely...

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  22. Sassy Brit1 December 2009 at 06:34

    I keep meaning to ask you - do you have a book out? Are you writing one? If not, you should be!

    Sassy Brit :))
    Alternative-Read.com
    *Giveaways*

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  23. Pam2 December 2009 at 14:34

    Love the strong images in this poem. I could see the golden light and the dust motes dancing.

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  24. Dee Martin2 December 2009 at 18:42

    this made me catch my breath. I love it.

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  25. Tammie Lee2 December 2009 at 21:45

    this is an interesting and unique piece. you make me want to get to know dust motes better. and I love that you don't loose a moment...

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  26. Julie Jordan Scott3 December 2009 at 08:12

    so sensual and romantic. "That indescribable something" made my heart heat up... like scooping some of itself out and offering it up, thinking...

    "this someone gets it..."

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  27. Julie Jordan Scott, again3 December 2009 at 08:14

    My first post was linkless. SO sorry to be posting again, but I couldn't figure out how to edit my first one. :-(

    Sorry.

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  28. davidmoolten3 December 2009 at 08:57

    I really like the meditative quality to this, how it examines the tiniest almost atomic trifles (dust motes) so calmly then turns with the same patience to integration with the "you."

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  29. Jerry3 December 2009 at 09:01

    I was floating in the particles of dust, taking in all the refreshing rays of light from your mind. Thank you!

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  30. Derrick3 December 2009 at 09:42

    Hi Gautami,

    Very simple words, gently expressed and full of meaning.

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  31. Wayne Pitchko3 December 2009 at 10:04

    simply....a great journey.....thanks for sharing this Gautami

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  32. Paul Oakley3 December 2009 at 12:10

    A beautiful Advent poem, Gautami, from whichever angle you come at it. Very nice!

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  33. James3 December 2009 at 12:23

    I like the repeating image of the dust motes and the way they randomly settle.

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  34. Linda3 December 2009 at 14:01

    Your expression and imagery are so honestly stated. I love that you included the sunshine and movements of dust. Thank you for adding delight to my day, Gautami.

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  35. Cynthia Short3 December 2009 at 20:07

    As usual, you have such a way with poetry about relationships and love. Beautifully rendered.

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  36. Ana4 December 2009 at 07:23

    Dust motes and pomegranate seeds as binding memories, quite original and interesting.

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  37. gabrielle4 December 2009 at 16:17

    the cut in my bangle
    reflecting the light

    How effortlessly you dislodge emotional weight.

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  38. Erin Davis5 December 2009 at 12:13

    I am hypnotized by your flying dust motes. Wonderful.

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