Tuesday, 15 February 2011

thousand odd words
















bloodied rays make it a red dawn
a lone hawk circles the fields
scoops low to catch that mole
in the coolness of the dawning day
I huddle near the window
a pen in my hand.
my journal has fallen on the ground
yet I am writing
my mind sees images 
and writes on the walls of thoughts

in that poetry book of mine
the blank pages speak thousand odd words
and create imaginary dragons

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27 comments:

  1. 120 Socks15 February 2011 at 03:44

    loved the line, 'writes on walls of thought', great take on the prompt.

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  2. chiccoreal15 February 2011 at 04:03

    Loved this line too, Gautaumi

    my mind sees images
    and writes on the walls of thoughts

    What beauty!

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  3. Old Altonian15 February 2011 at 04:38

    Your whole poem is good, but that one line 'writes on the walls of thoughts' has captured everyone's attention. Great words!

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  4. Elaine15 February 2011 at 05:44

    Ditto on "the line." It's outstanding!

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  5. Jinksy15 February 2011 at 06:45

    the blank pages speak a thousand odd words and create imaginary dragons

    Don't they just?! :)

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  6. jaerose15 February 2011 at 06:59

    'scoops low to catch that mole'..like the sound of the bird scooping its wings..terrific! Always writing..always imagining..Jae

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  7. Ramesh Sood15 February 2011 at 08:45

    I enjoyed it Gautami..well written..

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  8. Brian Miller15 February 2011 at 09:40

    nice flow...scribbling on the walls of thought...yeah i get that...

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  9. Tumblewords:15 February 2011 at 14:22

    writes on walls of thought - fine line, to be sure. An engimatic and magical piece.

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  10. Lyn15 February 2011 at 17:39

    I agree with others..writing on walls of thought..such is poetry...lovely and pure..

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  11. Gyanban15 February 2011 at 23:09

    Very nicely done.

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  12. Chrissy16 February 2011 at 08:19

    so much to say...yet the pages remain blank...love how "the blank pages speak thousand odd words" telling cryptic stories of how we are carried off into daydreams and mindless imaginations by the shadows and activity right outside our window. Terrific!

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  13. Strummed Words17 February 2011 at 06:30

    I like your imagination.

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  14. MichaelO17 February 2011 at 08:04

    Your dragons are fast and furious. Always a pleasure to share your poetry.

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  15. Tess Kincaid17 February 2011 at 13:28

    I keep a journal for nighttime scribblings in the dark. Sometimes, in the daylight, I can't read them. Beautiful poem.

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  16. Jingle17 February 2011 at 18:01

    love the imagery of thousand odds words in blank pages...

    wow, superb tale.

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  17. Kavita17 February 2011 at 22:03

    We never know what can stir our imagination! I so wish we had a mental diary where we could jot it all down (just in case a pen ain't around..)
    Sigh... I hear ya, Gautami...
    Good one!

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  18. nan18 February 2011 at 03:44

    I see I am one of the thousand readers who agrees that you have turned a fine phrase:
    my mind sees images
    and writes on the walls of thoughts

    Great poem!

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  19. flaubert18 February 2011 at 08:33

    "writes on the walls of thoughts"
    I love that image, Gautami.

    Pamela

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  20. LKHarris-Kolp18 February 2011 at 15:40

    Beautiful imagery! Love the bloody sun...

    www.lkharris-kolp.blogspot.com

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  21. Madeleine Begun Kane19 February 2011 at 01:50

    Excellent! Wonderful images!
    Sheer Madness: My Non-Existent Book

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  22. Jeanne Aguilar19 February 2011 at 05:22

    Love the poem, and the title, I adore!

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  23. vivinfrance19 February 2011 at 06:32

    This one has to be a keeper, Gautami. It is resonant with emotion.

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  24. Martin H.20 February 2011 at 01:25

    You have allowed the words to form around the image, to capture something special.

    Poetry24…where news is the Muse

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  25. barbara20 February 2011 at 05:49

    Now THAT is the way to combine prompts! All I could see in the salt shaker was salt: you give me dragons.

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  26. Cathy20 February 2011 at 18:39

    Excellent@

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  27. Donna Vorreyer21 February 2011 at 07:35

    Also love the writing on walls of thought line - any writer can relate to that so well.

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