there was so much whispering
in the mist of that vast gathering
a lonely garden chair, under that oak
had so many people flock there
a membrane of fleeting nostalgia
so heavy that I needed a crane
such aura of colors
mixed with diasporic flavor
a lone voice from the past
created noise silently
I stretched a limb or two
you took a dim view
"when ennui sets in,
why don't I get all dewy?"
nice...crazy how those memories can do that...i like how you have it engaging all the sense as that often happens to me...
ReplyDeletea lone voice from the past
ReplyDeletecreated noise silently
love all the lines, well done.
I had to look up diasporic, learned a new word, thank you!
ReplyDeleteand they always turn up so unexpected..in the middle of our busy days.. love the imagery here..the lonely garden chair.. also the word diasporic..
ReplyDeleteWow...beautifully written...a lone voice from the past created noise silently..tugs the heart.
ReplyDeleteLovely poemlets. Especially the final couplet!
ReplyDeleteNicely expressed...I hope crane helped you... now I know what I need to do under such a weight of some membrane of nostalgia..
ReplyDeleteI need a crane. Wow. Evocative words.
ReplyDeleteNostalgic and clamoring for ennui. Seems almost as if the gathering were not real,a phantasm of reflective dreaming. Well done G.
ReplyDeleteRegards,
Donald
That lone voice from the past caught my attention. It's funny how in the middle of a crowd you can have a sudden space and privacy to yourself in a thought or a memory.
ReplyDeleteAnd I like the irony you created in this couplet: "a membrane of fleeting nostalgia/so heavy that I needed a crane".
-Nicole
Gautami, each poemlet flows into the next effortlessly. Lovely.
ReplyDeletePamela
llagreat lines here Gautami..thanks for this
ReplyDeletea membrane of fleeting nostalgia
ReplyDeleteso heavy that I needed a crane
Phrases like this are what make your poetry so exceptional. I love this.
Namaste.........ccj
Processions of people through time, memory, history..and I suppose eventually ennui does set in. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI imagine finding a quiet space during a family or non-family gathering and feeling the weight
ReplyDeleteof the past brush against you.
Also, there is a Zelda quality to this poem.
the ending is so well said
ReplyDelete"a membrane of fleeting nostalgia so heavy that I needed a crane" I have memories that feel like this. Great, expressive piece!
ReplyDeleteI am new to visit your blog. Found you through the Poetry Pantry and I am certainly happy that I did because I really like your style. This piece reminds me much of my own, having spent most of my time writing about those memories and trying to capture just a hint of their taste once more. You have a new fan, I am following!
ReplyDeleteKellie
http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2011/12/poetry-picnic-week-17photos-nostalgia.html
ReplyDeleteone of your entry from last year is represented at our week 17 poetry picnic,
check it out,
welcome joining us today.