residual burnt ochre-I can't taste it now
veiled in that glass is my PostSecret
if you look long enough
you might get to the bottom
a broken, battered bottom
I fixed temporarily with cello tape
yet you can see spills on the table-
blotched yet has personality
"and yes, I see pillars come out of the glass-
laws of Physics can be defied, you know"
Cool post, like it a lot.
ReplyDeleteand I did. Pity about the marks on the table, though.
ReplyDeleteYou have a wonderful imagination!!
ReplyDelete<3
Thankfully some things can be fixed at least temporarily with cello tape. Nicely expressed!
ReplyDeleteWow!!!Battered bottom to spills in table...says a lot
ReplyDeleteBeautifully imaginative, Gautami.
ReplyDeletePamela
intriguing!
ReplyDeleteNice write! "...you can see spills on the table - bloched yet has personality." This resonates with me, and probably anyone who's getting older, and aged like fine wine!
ReplyDeleteRick
WOW!!!! LOved it--and thanks so much for your visit!
ReplyDeleteJohn
Clever turn of phrase. vb
ReplyDeleteNow you mention it, I too can see the sellotape and the pillars! Who said the camera never lies? LOL
ReplyDeletevery well explained with good imagery and thought.
ReplyDeleteI like that you chose the table to write about. It caught my interest, too. The stories it could tell.
ReplyDeleteTerrific, Gautami.
if the glass is life then my cello tape came loose a very long time ago but I am rather proud of the marks it left!=) I really enjoy this piece you did great with the prompt
ReplyDeleteInteresting how you interpreted the glass stems as pillars---of course they are. I wonder if you extended that metaphor to a vision of broken pillars as in society/culture ?
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting at my place.
Your interpretation of this photo is so cool. Love "residual burnt ochre". I could smell and and taste it then, as well as see the drink in the glass. Cool!
ReplyDeleteWell done. It's fresh, it flows, and it utilizes all of the elements in the picture.
ReplyDeleteA lot of feeling here, Gautami! ... trying to veil the hurt and pain with tape. Beautiful poetry, figurative language. And I also see slim little pillars coming out of the center of each golden pool... xxox
ReplyDeleteWonderful play on imagery on this one.
ReplyDeleteTape is essential - a nicely wrapped poem!
ReplyDeleteintense images!
ReplyDeleteNow THAT is one clever and telling tale...!
ReplyDeleteBegan as poetry, with a stroll
ReplyDeleteinto the languid landscape of
quantum mathematics, the soul
of art, or music, lost for a sad
moment in an abstract painting,
and alien fantasy field full of
glass pillars, with a wine-colored
creek coursing through the center,
and then back to the puncheon
wood, the table, the stains;
a fine journey and juxtaposition.
broken, battered bottom ?
ReplyDeleteSounds painful! LOL
some sadness,
ReplyDeleteperfectly said.
beautiful write…
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xxx