I try to stop the rush of adrenalin
not knowing if I can
my bones feel tired
yet here I am thinking of bungee jumping
that might break away the monotony
while I am hanging in air
and fall free to ground
expecting to spilt my skull
the elastic ropes hold me tight
I wish my thoughts to be harnessed thus
as soon as they loosen
something ought to hold them in again
when the scissors of thoughts
pierce my veneer
I know it is time to give up
time to sleep. peacefully.
" all I know I will take that bait and be a victim. of anything."
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You too can try this automatic poetry!
I feel you trying to break free your bonds, to let go completely, but still tethered to your bungee cord... and yet you find exhilaration, so well done Gautami...
ReplyDelete...rob
Image & Verse
However tight we harness them, they'll find a way of breaking out.
ReplyDeletegreat idea, having a backup harness for loose thoughts, like the overflow basin of a fountain.
ReplyDeletebraking free of what binds us is always a good thing.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem. I love the intertwining of the physical act with the emotions. My favorite line is: "when the scissors of thoughts"
ReplyDeleteLovely.
A powerful write of emotions. I felt struggle and strength while reading. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove that third stanza in particular.
ReplyDeleteu stitched together a great verse.. comparing of mind n bungee jumping was well done..! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is how we live, in a crazy kind of way.
ReplyDeleteGreat words.
Trying to break free but being held back. Superb poem.
ReplyDeletePamela
Guatami this is stunning! I tried to imagine your voice reading it. Very nice in my mind! The piece has a lilt to it. I love the image of scissors of thought piercing your veneer. Very well said! Beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteYeah, the "scissors of thoughts" really jumped right out at me. Great image!
ReplyDeleteNice combo of the physical with the mental. I love the idea of harnessing thoughts though it seems impossible to do right now. They do feel like the scissors constantly cutting through whatever it is that we are doing.
ReplyDeleteTo free oneself of bonds —whether mental, emotional or physical is an arduous task. And your poem explores the tension beautifully. Love the back up harness
ReplyDeleteGeeze do I know this feeling...I don't know why it is thoughts won't stay put away until you call them.
ReplyDeleteWell done, Gautami...Like you, I want to stay somewhat restrained, not letting go completely as I might "split my skull." Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThoughts are such, aren't they?? Straining against the harness and wanting to jump free.
ReplyDeleteGood one.
Bunjee jumping? Just the thought of it, I kinda feel like being asphyxiated...whoaaaaaaaaa!!!
ReplyDeleteA breathless take Gautami!
Never in my wildest dreams would I thik of bungee jumping! That free I would never wish to be.
ReplyDeleteI am too chicken to bungee jump but I have certainly had thoughts at night that seemed to bounce around and not let me rest!
ReplyDeleteA fresh and thought-provoking poem.
ReplyDeleteI'll never have dreams of bungee jumping. The last line is intriguing.
ReplyDeleteletting go....is so rewarding.....thanks for this Gautami
ReplyDeleteThings that freedom is made of.
ReplyDeleteTook a cue from the link on your post and here is my entry:
http://thesecondquartet.blogspot.com/2010/07/prelude.html
creative!
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ReplyDeletehope that you enjoy one or two awards there.
Happy End of July!
cheers!
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