at midnight, I hear
a latch fall open
in an attic closet, and then
a profound silence
a latch fall open
in an attic closet, and then
a profound silence
dark stucco of low clouds
clutch the sky
clutch the sky
a branch falls into the street.
a snail travels up a tree-
a long happy journey.
a little water drips with delight
a long happy journey.
a little water drips with delight
from a tap in the park nearby
I look at the changing walls
stories hidden there intrigue me
"reflections of such proportions
are more important than sleep"
That sounds awesome Gautami . You never fail at delivering wonderful writing .
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mysterious and moody, I like it
ReplyDeleteI like the illustration
ReplyDeletelovely words and images
ReplyDeleteExcellent snapshot of nature.
ReplyDeleteWhat fantastic imagination Gautami..You have clutched happiness delightfully..well done..
ReplyDeleteI think this is one of my favourite poems that I have read of yours Gautami..I love that snail..Jae
ReplyDeleteThe dark stucco of low clouds is so rich...
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Read my Magpie here.
I really like this poem -- the imagery reached me. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteLiked the way you have taken up this challenge..great poem..
ReplyDeleteI've yet to pen something.. :)
Excellent, Gautami.
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Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
Lovely and unexpected!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and could actually feel hear and see the things you talk about!! I too like awake in bed and experience such things. You have made a beautiful verse from it :) One of your many bests I can say!!
ReplyDeleteA mystery, but not threatening - I like that.
ReplyDeleteNice piece. I like the illustration, too.
ReplyDeleteInteresting use of italics to change an expected emphasis...a moving picture made of words.
ReplyDelete*bows to thee*
ReplyDeleteits always a pleasure reading you !! adore your posts completely :)
"..a branch falls into the street.
ReplyDeletea snail travels up a tree-
a long happy journey.
a little water drips with delight.."
This, I liked a lot.
What a great image "dark stucco of low clouds." I have seen that before in my neck of the woods. Wonderful writing Gautami!
ReplyDeleteA very intriguing poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful stories hidden in those night time walls. Lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely blending together of words.
ReplyDeleteStrong writing, as always. Beautifully crafted.
ReplyDeleteThe mysteries of the middle of the night truly capture the poet's imagination! Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteAnother strong, beautiful piece that all sets up the final line. Well done.
ReplyDeletethose stories hidden there intrigue me as well!
ReplyDeleteAnother amazing offering! This has the great layering affect with so many stories to see and yet the main one moving along. Thanks for sharing this with us!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for stopping by my blog. I never seem to make the time to read other blogs and I enjoy your work. This one evokes the senses. Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteStunning!
ReplyDeleteI wish I thought my midnight ponderings were as worthy of missing out on sleep! LOL :)
ReplyDeleteVery imaginative and descriptive. It's amazing how many things I notice late at night that I don't during the day.
ReplyDeleteGautami,
ReplyDeleteTook sometime to fathom depth brought out in both the poems which I read now.
Take care
ur imagination is at par with none
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Dear gautami: Amazing imagery and atmosphere. How walls can and do talk in the every-changing patterns! Excellent!
ReplyDeleteThe world can take on new dimension as the clock strikes midnight. Loved your description .........
ReplyDeletebeautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteand the part about these observations being more important than sleep...priceless. :)
Clearly a lot of thought went into this poem.
ReplyDeleteLove your use of imagery, and the sounds of the dripping water from the tap. The silence of the night does enhance the sounds, doesn't it.
ReplyDeleteSuch great imagery with a very strong beginning.
ReplyDeletemaybe i will listen next time i can't shut my mind off for sleep.
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Absolutely, it's what you don't see that intrigues
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ReplyDeleteAaah..the intrigue held in those stories of the dark is comparable to NOTHING!! And you are so right, Gautami... Reflections of these proportions are waaaaaaaaaay more important than sleep! :)
ReplyDelete~A humble sleepless girl that writes :)
Gautami this is beautiful....
ReplyDeletelove how you captured that state of being awakened and the thoughts that you think inbetween awake and asleep... the trailings of a snail heard, dynamite!!!
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