time beguiles, I give in to it the tiny birds sit on my hand chirpy faces stare at me I can't confront what I don't comprehend two difference life forces merge into each other
Great question at the end, tying into my favorite lines "I can't confront what I don't comprehend." You express a contemplative, perhaps unanswerable, search very well.
I wonder if St. Francis had to confront what he didn't understand; or if he understood what others couldn't comprehend. I always thought of him like Van Gogh with special talents to whisper to horse and speak to the birds. His abilities however probably have turned to stone as Van Goghs have dried on canvas. Never in either case, to be duplicated. Interesting piece. Thank you. Gay
Lovely poem, Gautami! I like how the narrator begins complacent in his situation and then challenges himself more and more: how can two unlike beings merge, and finally "When did I turn to stone?" Good progression, good points. Love
time beguiles, I give in to it
Time, we all must give in.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we turn to stone because of the cards dealt our way!
ReplyDeleteGreat question at the end, tying into my favorite lines "I can't confront
ReplyDeletewhat I don't comprehend." You express a contemplative, perhaps unanswerable, search very well.
in a false sense to protect ourselves maybe...
ReplyDeleteVery nice. And if you turn to stone, you know what the birds will use you for...
ReplyDeletecute magpie,
ReplyDeletekeep wondering, bless you.
Succinct, but with so many layers of meaning. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSo meaningful and rich.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous - so succint
ReplyDeleteNice One Shot, Gautami... solid as a rock! :)
ReplyDeleteI wonder if St. Francis had to confront what he didn't understand; or if he understood what others couldn't comprehend. I always thought of him like Van Gogh with special talents to whisper to horse and speak to the birds. His abilities however probably have turned to stone as Van Goghs have dried on canvas. Never in either case, to be duplicated. Interesting piece. Thank you. Gay
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Intriging.
ReplyDeleteWhen? I know not, so I must continue moving before I become a stationary masonary. Nice/ Should "difference" read "different"? Just wondering.
ReplyDeleteA mystical take on an unusual prompt
ReplyDeleteTime stops for no one...
ReplyDeletesome life's going on while other things die...
ReplyDeleteA great economy of language and very expressive.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Gautami! I like how the narrator begins complacent in his situation and then challenges himself more and more: how can two unlike beings merge, and finally "When did I turn to stone?" Good progression, good points. Love
ReplyDeleteSo often we choose to ignore what we don't understand.. I think you have brought that tendency very beautifully here, Gautami...
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