Sunday, 19 December 2010

plastering

writing dead man's poetry
I think of the alive too
when spirits dance-

ghosts bridge it
I see those shadows
so Santa, help me plaster myself 
on a wall forever
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17 comments:

  1. Jinksy19 December 2010 at 04:17

    I like the idea of your being a fresco. I could fancy being one myself, come to think of it - a lifetime of studying other peoples' faces, as they came to see the mural!

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  2. Ramesh Sood19 December 2010 at 04:28

    Good one this..Gautami..

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  3. Sumit Sarkar19 December 2010 at 05:56

    Nice work... :)

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  4. moondustwriter19 December 2010 at 07:14

    Well I think I'd like the idea if I could be 3 dimensional persiodically
    flat has its limitations

    Nice micro Fiction

    Best to you

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  5. joanny19 December 2010 at 08:12

    What an interesting perspective being preserved forever young...frozen in one moment in time,, love your thoughts...

    cheers,'
    joanny

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  6. budh.aaah19 December 2010 at 10:14

    Nice Gautami

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  7. Monkey Man19 December 2010 at 10:32

    Oooo. Deep thoughts for a Sunday 160. Thanks for playing along.

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  8. Jingle19 December 2010 at 14:18

    love your word choice,
    stunning imagery.

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  9. Jingle19 December 2010 at 14:18

    Here is the end of the year awards 4 you, enjoy!

    End of The Year Awards 4 Friends of Jingle or Jingle Poetry Community


    Your support has been a delight to us, at this time of the year, We wish you all the best !
    Hope to see you at our Sunday Poetry Potluck tonight, let me know if you have questions. old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome..
    Week 15 theme: reflections, interpretations, and musings.

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  10. Brian Miller19 December 2010 at 15:23

    hmm...i dont need to be here forever that bad...a couple more years might not be bad...smiles.

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  11. Kavita19 December 2010 at 17:14

    I believe shadows see things in a very different light...
    This poem opened a plethora of thoughts in my mind.. the most beautiful I have ever read by you (IMHO)!

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  12. Nanka20 December 2010 at 04:05

    Have a great time Gautami and Good Wishes for a bright New Year!!

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  13. keiths ramblings20 December 2010 at 14:45

    Excellent as ever!

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  14. Greyscale Territory20 December 2010 at 15:56

    Amazing power in that word "plaster"! A dramatic piece!

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  15. brenda w21 December 2010 at 07:33

    Love this piece!

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  16. Strummed Words21 December 2010 at 12:02

    Very nice poem! Happy holidays!

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  17. Someone Is Special23 December 2010 at 06:29

    nice poem..

    dear santa

    --Someone is Special--

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