Wednesday, 4 May 2011

thin divide





















we left the turrets and domes
embraced this small wooden hut
you, my child, don't know it yet
that jitter I used to feel,
a mansion is not for me
I feel grace in the open vastness
waste land for some
when you climb that mountain
you will know about that thin divide

"grasses may lie low
our heads are held high
a blunt speech as any"

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24 comments:

  1. Helen4 May 2011 at 11:54

    That thin divide ... beautifully written.

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  2. VL Sheridan4 May 2011 at 12:07

    Lovely work.

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  3. Christine4 May 2011 at 14:25

    Very nice flow in these words.

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  4. Fear Not the Darkness but What lies Within4 May 2011 at 15:48

    Sheialgh Lee said: the thin divide I love this it's very elequoent.

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  5. LauraX4 May 2011 at 16:46

    so beautiful...I can imagine this Momma and her love of freedom.

    wow...my word verification is: forbless

    and your poem reads like a blessing from mother to child...how cool is that???

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  6. brenda w4 May 2011 at 17:24

    To leave the city and dwell once more in the wild openness. Yes. I am there. Beautiful post.

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  7. Liz4 May 2011 at 21:05

    Gautami, what a treat to find you! I knew you long ago from Gather. These are words of strength ... against a harsh world. I enjoyed your poem.

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  8. sajeevkmenon4 May 2011 at 21:40

    lovely poetry:)

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  9. Joybird4 May 2011 at 22:04

    I feel grace in the open vastness

    This line makes me stop and breathe deep, thankful breathes.

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  10. oldegg5 May 2011 at 03:22

    So many do not know that beautiful feeling of living in the country. Cities and towns are great seducers drawing more and more in to their ugliness. Brave are those that can escape the pull. A really beautiful post.

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  11. jaerose5 May 2011 at 05:15

    A mother protecting and providing the best for her child..the strength you can see in the painting definitely carries through into your words..Jae

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  12. Tess Kincaid5 May 2011 at 07:27

    "...grace in the open vastness"

    I love that.

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  13. Cathy5 May 2011 at 09:11

    I love the yearned for promise of freedom, like a thin divide...

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  14. Sarah Louise Upjohn5 May 2011 at 10:50

    I love that painting.

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  15. Kati patrianoceu5 May 2011 at 13:00

    Such hope in this, and a lovely picture too!

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  16. sharplittlepencil5 May 2011 at 13:13

    Gautami, this child is lucky to have a mother who understands true values in life. To be raised in a mansion is no gift for any child. Closer to the earth, the better, and you conveyed that well. Thanks, Amy
    (Are you still administrating the other blog?)
    Here's a fun one:
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/05/05/lindy-hoppers-3ww/

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  17. tarunima5 May 2011 at 19:22

    lovely flow
    of words..

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  18. emily wierenga5 May 2011 at 20:28

    this is one of my favorites of yours yet, friend. i feel such grace in the open vastness too. xo

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  19. Old Altonian6 May 2011 at 05:36

    Lucky child, to be given the chance to enjoy Earth (Gaia) before experiencing the horrors of the 'asphalt jungle'.

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  20. Steve Isaak6 May 2011 at 13:26

    Good flow, all that - solid, you-distinctive piece.

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  21. Donna B6 May 2011 at 18:59

    We are thinking along the same lines...nice work.

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  22. beespoetry6 May 2011 at 21:24

    I know that jitter, from being around too much city, and not enough earth and sky. Great poem :)

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  23. Tumblewords:8 May 2011 at 10:23

    Beautiful imagery - perfect words. I love the 'thin divide'.

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  24. Abhijit10 May 2011 at 12:57

    a nice picture painted by words. congrats for the good work!!

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