Tuesday, 19 April 2011

when earth moves

Photo Credit: James Rainsford
I will do my laundry when
blue light fully fades into green
a goldfinch comes to sit on windowsill
the slippery moss can't ruin my mood
I like the sunlight on the prison wall
it is trapped for a while
can only escape when the earth moves, 
repeated each day, in that tiny cell

"virtual can be caught in a real situation,
escape too is not that easy"
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18 comments:

  1. Ann Grenier19 April 2011 at 19:19

    I like the feel and flow of your words Gautami. I want to think you aren't anxious to do laundry as you state a color ultimatum? Good but stifling image of life in a cell.

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  2. Brian Miller19 April 2011 at 19:36

    perhaps seeing the freedom of the light give a little hope to the one locked in...

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  3. imnotaverse20 April 2011 at 01:40

    Best excuse to put off doing laundry that I ever heard :)

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  4. joanny20 April 2011 at 03:49

    Prison is a state of mind and or mood, we can feel trapped in the most ordinary routines that stifle our freedom , love the light and green moss and love the little birdie who can come and go as it pleases and pass easily through the bars. - a nice metaphors -
    j:))

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  5. Lyn20 April 2011 at 05:12

    This is so profound..waiting to be in the light..each day..

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  6. Ami Mattison20 April 2011 at 05:21

    This is lovely! I especially like the opening, but trapped sunlight is particularly evocative. Nice write!

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  7. vivinfrance20 April 2011 at 06:11

    Lovely. I particularly love the goldfinch; and the photo sets the scene so well.

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  8. Jinksy20 April 2011 at 07:27

    I'd get claustrophobic..

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  9. honeyhaiku20 April 2011 at 11:06

    Image and words, paired perfectly. It is quite profound.

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  10. Jannie Funster20 April 2011 at 15:41

    I did my dishes today!! Even the pots an pans.

    Laundry? A never-ending trauma. :)

    xoxo

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  11. WarmSunshine21 April 2011 at 01:54

    Clever one Gautami. Thanks for taking part in last week's Friends Meetup Party. It's Thursday and we are back. Hope to see you around :)

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  12. earlybird21 April 2011 at 05:26

    This is lovely. I particularly like 'blue light fully fades into green
    a goldfinch comes to sit on windowsill'

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  13. my secret innuendo24 April 2011 at 22:00

    wow your words flow in such a beautiful way. i'm glad i visited

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  14. Raksha Bhat25 April 2011 at 09:13

    Moss CANNOT ruin a mood...loved the idea:)

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  15. Jingle25 April 2011 at 12:28

    incredible.

    thanks for the lovely treat!
    A++

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  16. pandamoniumcat25 April 2011 at 18:45

    Our prisons are varied and any source of light is to be rejoiced. Interesting poem!

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  17. Butterflies of time25 April 2011 at 20:50

    You are truely gifted to see beyond the obvious.The lines make me yearn to be in the prison for a while and enjoy the companionship of the trapped sunshine .

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  18. thingy26 April 2011 at 18:23

    Great, great words.

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