Saturday, 22 May 2010

tentacles

tentacles of roots
permeate the soil
floating within the earth
embrace secrets manifold
like the limbs of octopus
holding onto its prey

I escape resolutely
from my tentacles of shackles
bury those in a deep hole
and I float far away

18 comments:

  1. Nice--interesting contrast between tentacles of roots and those of shackles

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  2. Not an iota of doubt ever about the depth of your writings..it's always intense.. Gautami, well done! Do visit to see if I am able to float in this world of thoughts..

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  3. Beautiful descriptive contrasts of tentacles with freedom attached and tentacles that need unshackling before freedom can be attained.

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  4. I like the relationships in this, too.

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  5. Gautami,

    It is a very heady feeling to break away from unwanted shackles of society or norms. Well said.

    Take care

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  6. Breaking free is a wonderful feeling. Well done!

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  7. I could feel the constriction of the shackles in your words...wonderful!

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  8. A fascinating idea, that roots, which we typically think of being bound, are floating.

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  9. Ah, freedom to float! Wonderful!

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  10. Gautami, you took me into my garden with your roots..never thought of them as an "octopus," but that's perfect.

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  11. Love anything "earthy" and tentacles of roots is such a great description to envision.

    - Dina

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  12. Chasing freedom.
    Brushing off encumbements
    Breathing in release.
    Ahhhhh.

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  13. I love the comparision of tentacles to roots. Quite imaginative. It works. Well done!

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  14. "I escape resolutely...."

    Keep up with resolution. It needs to be renewed very often. Again & again.

    Keep floating.

    Beautiful poem.

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  15. Very nicely written and I loved the idea of floating away- lovely!

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  16. Loved this, the first stanza, the second stanza, the transition, everything.

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  17. Two contrasting thoughts that come together in your poem. The thought of breaking from entanglement can be an enlightening feeling.

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