Thursday, 8 September 2011

noting it all down

my notebook collects dust
papers flutter
the corners get folded
I move the dust with my fingers
cool air from the ocean touch me
the open window calls out
my eyes move over my notebook again
this time, it is electronic,
a very flat surface

"particles drift into each other
pour into impersonal electromagnetic aura"

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23 comments:

  1. ayala8 September 2011 at 15:19

    Lovely....

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  2. PattiKen8 September 2011 at 18:01

    Very nice, I'm very familiar with that dust...

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  3. Brian Miller8 September 2011 at 18:04

    smiles. happens to all of us at times...and may the muse find you ready...

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  4. Morning8 September 2011 at 18:10

    enjoyed your situation.
    fabulous 55.

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  5. Heaven8 September 2011 at 18:15

    hope you find your muse...happy day ~

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  6. G-Man8 September 2011 at 18:21

    Uh Huh....
    Going Hi-Tech!!!
    Love having you back Gautami,
    Loved your 55.
    You write with such Ease...
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

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  7. Gemma Wiseman8 September 2011 at 18:48

    A diverging thought...There is something so impersonal about the electronic page. No amount of dust can ever replace the page of paper from Nature's woods!

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  8. Monkey Man8 September 2011 at 18:59

    Quite the transition.

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  9. Kim Nelson8 September 2011 at 19:11

    You made me yearn for ocean breezes instead of cold AC and 108f outdoors...

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  10. Laurie Kolp8 September 2011 at 19:27

    Dreamy and soothing.

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  11. Margaret8 September 2011 at 19:27

    But we must step away and experience those summer breezes in order to write of them... :) Sometimes letting the dust gather on paper is a good thing.

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  12. Mike Patrick8 September 2011 at 22:20

    Ocean breezes would be nice. I'm used to dust and pollen blowing in when the window is open--but I still love the breeze.

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  13. Bone9 September 2011 at 04:29

    I often wonder if I shouldn't try writing more often in the old kind of notebook.

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  14. Daydreamertoo9 September 2011 at 05:24

    Lovely 55

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  15. Kerry O'Connor9 September 2011 at 06:23

    An interesting angle on the window theme.

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  16. Mama Zen9 September 2011 at 13:57

    Nice write!

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  17. Doctor FTSE9 September 2011 at 14:06

    Very accomplished. Thank you.

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  18. Ella10 September 2011 at 05:46

    Your poem makes me homesick; I am from an old, dusty home by the ocean!
    Ah, the view is so beautiful and the dust is the lingering memories!
    I really enjoyed your poem~

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  19. hope10 September 2011 at 05:59

    A nice, gentle start to the morning..thank you!

    Have a lovely weekend.

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  20. Alice Audrey10 September 2011 at 09:48

    And yet these impersonal, flat surfaced particles have brought you closer to me. I count it as a good thing.

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  21. MorningAJ10 September 2011 at 12:31

    I love that. Love the particles Great poem.

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  22. Nara Malone10 September 2011 at 17:44

    It sounds like we've been stuck in the same place the last couple of weeks. But even when you write aout not writing, you do it so beautifully.

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  23. izzy10 September 2011 at 19:21

    I love the scene you set! I have a desk covered in papers and notebooks; things I need to sort
    through-my real writing happens somewhere else! thanks.

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