Sunday, 24 July 2011

puerile ennui

no one understands love
maybe they do, the ennui of
"before I die" compels that need
propelling to fall in that white light

I want the storms to strike me
as to be numb in my lonely coat
in my head I paint pictures of distant hills
before I walk back on the sidewalks

"In that glass box, why have you kept me displayed?"

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25 comments:

  1. moondustwriter24 July 2011 at 11:53

    I love your words - I see them!!!

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  2. Anna :o]24 July 2011 at 12:31

    A work of art. Brilliant words.

    Anna :o]

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  3. Whitesnake24 July 2011 at 16:17

    Oh yeah! Very well worked.

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  4. Jingle24 July 2011 at 17:46

    beautiful.

    keep it up.

    come to poetry potluck tonight.

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  5. Bone24 July 2011 at 21:05

    The last line literally gave me chills. Wasn't expecting that -- the ending or the chills :)

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  6. anthonynorth25 July 2011 at 01:15

    Excellent words as always.

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  7. Andy25 July 2011 at 13:45

    Gautami, you certainly know how to keep us on our toes.
    I was totally taken aback with that ending!

    Very nicely done!

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  8. The Write Girl25 July 2011 at 19:04

    Lovely words...a beautiful read.

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  9. Ames25 July 2011 at 20:26

    A thinker. Keep it up.~Ames

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  10. Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com26 July 2011 at 00:34

    You have such a magical way with words. I love your poetry.
    xoRobyn

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  11. Deborah26 July 2011 at 00:55

    Oooh Guatami, you place words together wonderfully!

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  12. jabblog26 July 2011 at 04:13

    We all experience and understand love in different ways. This was sad.

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  13. oldegg26 July 2011 at 05:01

    What shattering sadness to read that afterword which altered completely the reader understood the poem. A riveting piece.

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  14. Archna26 July 2011 at 06:45

    Love can be ugly and odd and careless. Too hard to let go of sometimes and pitiful.

    You have a lovely placement of words.

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  15. sandra26 July 2011 at 07:37

    so true...!!

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  16. Ramesh Sood26 July 2011 at 08:53

    This is a lovely poem.. good work..as usual.. lesser just can't be expected from your your pen..

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  17. cj Schlottman26 July 2011 at 11:19

    Your images are so concrete and real. I love this.

    Namaste..........cj

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  18. Nara Malone26 July 2011 at 17:12

    Your poems always keep me thinking. Lovely.

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  19. WyomingDiva26 July 2011 at 19:41

    Very much liked - brilliant!

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  20. Madeleine Begun Kane27 July 2011 at 00:01

    Lovely verse.

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  21. upinthecosmos27 July 2011 at 11:36

    Great write!

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  22. Linda Jacobs29 July 2011 at 08:47

    "I want the storms to strike me
    as to be numb in my lonely coat"

    Love these two lines! And the whole poem, too!

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  23. Jenny29 July 2011 at 16:24

    That last line was amazing. Absolutely rivetting.

    I love the imagery you cast with the spell of your words.

    Just lovely.

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  24. Sue30 July 2011 at 02:13

    One of your best, I think.

    =)

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  25. Nonna Beach30 July 2011 at 06:19

    Stunningly beautiful tapestry you have weaved with the question at the end, smacked me cold...Bravo !!!

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