Monday, 2 January 2012

misty fog

River, Marina Moevs, 2005
I walk in the misty fog
the dust under my feet speaks to me
a tale of mirrored magic
hidden in the mystical fog

pebbles pave the way
branches kiss the sky
bending to the will of the earth
I pick the dust caress it carefully

smiling at its tale
I box it under a tree
the leaves hide me from the magic
in the opaque angles of light

I raise my head
feel an auspicious sign
look up to the sky
see it lined with gold

"I search for solid mass, but find vacuumed dreams"
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23 comments:

  1. Ramesh Sood2 January 2012 at 09:10

    Vacuumed dreams... never ever read this phrase before.. love it.. thanks Gautami..another masterpiece from your creative imagination..

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  2. Christine2 January 2012 at 09:29

    how the fog creates an atmosphere of dreams and wonder, nice Magpie

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  3. Kathe W.2 January 2012 at 10:10

    I especially like the last verse-dreamy poem.

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  4. thingy2 January 2012 at 10:41

    What a beautiful piece, Gautami. : )

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  5. Taylor Boomer2 January 2012 at 13:58

    love the mist and the mood.
    fantastic walk.
    happy 2012.

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  6. Mimi Foxmorton2 January 2012 at 15:05

    I'm partial to the magic......
    Lovely!
    :)

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  7. Berowne2 January 2012 at 15:10

    "A tale of mirrored magic" indeed...

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  8. JJ Roa Rodriguez2 January 2012 at 17:52

    i love every line...

    JJRod'z

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  9. Caty2 January 2012 at 18:42

    I know of the "vacuumed dreams"

    I really enjoyed the journey of this piece

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  10. Margaret2 January 2012 at 20:48

    The poem seems so uplifting ... vacuumed dreams is a wonderful phrase, but it seem so contradictory to the rest of the poem. Or was that your intent?

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  11. Hema3 January 2012 at 01:26

    Wow..thats so simple and beautifully written!

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  12. Tarang Sinha3 January 2012 at 01:39

    Beautiful composition:)

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  13. Brian Miller3 January 2012 at 07:30

    nice...that last line is a great juxtaposition to the beauty of the ones prior...i like...smiles.

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  14. Doctor FTSE3 January 2012 at 10:27

    Really well constructed poem. THank you for sharing.

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  15. Mama Zen3 January 2012 at 17:29

    I love that last stanza!

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  16. Wayne Pitchko3 January 2012 at 22:09

    a dreamy poem Gautami....nicely done...thanks

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  17. flaubert4 January 2012 at 10:13

    It is a dreamy poem, as Wayne said, Gautami.

    Happy 2012!

    Pamela

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  18. Carrie Burtt4 January 2012 at 11:22

    This is so beautiful Gautami!! Every line a jewel of it's own!
    :-)

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  19. ayala4 January 2012 at 17:37

    I love the last stanza, a lovely piece!

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  20. Karen5 January 2012 at 02:45

    bending to the will of the earth
    I pick the dust caress it carefully


    Beautiful!

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  21. Nithin R.S.6 January 2012 at 18:35

    "I search for solid mass, but find vacuumed dreams"

    interesting!

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  22. Teresa7 January 2012 at 19:31

    This is a beautiful poem. You've made this such a gentle poem.

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  23. Ms. Geek Goddess8 January 2012 at 03:11

    Nice! I felt like I was there in the moment with you! :)

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