hidden beneath the ground
I found the gears
a miracle
I watch myself out there
bending, keying
my hands so busy
what sources I seek
outside the hallways
what drives my gestures
yet I watch
previous forces are unknown now
I set limits to the inherent drama-
while I watch
I can also listen to my singing
"carry my whims, carry my dreams
naked, raw and so honest"
I am glad there is singing inside these mechanical dreams..like oil to make the gears turn more easily..Jae
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed a miracle to find those gears. One that comes with age or wisdom, I believe.
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Having 'command' is music in the key of life.I enjoyed your response. Thanks for sharing, Gautami.
ReplyDeleteThe gears of a miracle...I love that...
ReplyDeleteI love your gift. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this with us. I can hear the music you hear and I adore the sound of it. Keep on singing.
ReplyDeleteNamaste
I also like "the gears / a miracle", as they are, indeed.
ReplyDeleteIt looks like the new found gears are metaphorical for finding your way, a release from the old past, a door to a new life that has released a such potential that was not possible before. No wonder you are singing.
ReplyDeletethe gears sing too
ReplyDeleteangular acceleration
verification makes it really hard to comment. you'd get more comments if you turned it off
Gorgeous writing. The ending is superb.
ReplyDeleteNow THAT was good!
ReplyDeleteTo listen to one's own singing is so important. I'm glad the speaker in your poem is learning that art.
ReplyDeleteWhirling Haiku
I could not live without music and I see the passion here in your writing.
ReplyDeleteI could not live without music and I see the passion here in your writing.
ReplyDeleteScenes from Jean-Luc Godard's film Alphaville run through my head as I read your anagogic, powerful poem.
ReplyDeleteI very much like the hopefulness in this one.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful - it's a powerful, yet wistful, piece.
ReplyDeletethanks for a wonderful read... the gears of my mind are still churning to come up with a suitable response to this weeks mag..
ReplyDeletelovely poem
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.....:-)
ReplyDelete"naked, raw and so honest" - and your wording, the composition you've made, is so imaginative. The combination of "wrenching" and "dreams" is so exact, in fact.
ReplyDeleteBest, M.
Another gem. Delightful.
ReplyDeleteCheers for gears! The ones that allow us to pump our blood, and hear our voices... Sing loud, long and often!
ReplyDeleteI think I know what you mean.
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