Sunday, 22 September 2013

crystal ball

The Moth and the Lamp, Cesar Santos 
why are you peering inside
what secret stories you seek to find
I cradle the glass ball
my wings are folded
my shoes undone
this enclosed space is my exile
my tiredness will soon make me into a pile
how I ended up here
I do not have a clue
I do know I have this itch to dance
it is like a rash one continues to scratch
now I want the wall to withdraw its claws
I will rejuvenate in no time

I could have stayed home
munched on apples
with milk and bread
but that was not to be

"I am destined for bigger things-
that french window is my silent partner"



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19 comments:

  1. Gillena Cox22 September 2013 at 09:39

    good write; have a happy Sunday

    much love...

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  2. Kathe W.22 September 2013 at 10:18

    love your last verse-

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky22 September 2013 at 11:35

    I love the segue from crystal ball to bread and apples:)

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  4. Truedessa22 September 2013 at 12:22

    The first three lines really pulled me in as I wanted to see what was
    in that crystal ball

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  5. daphnepurpus22 September 2013 at 12:37

    Enjoyed this, especially the last verse! Very nice!

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  6. Sabra Bowers22 September 2013 at 13:40

    Like your itch to dance.

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  7. MarianV22 September 2013 at 16:24

    I passed the capcha! yipee!!

    I also was pulled in by the crystal ball opening. A nice use of the words!

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  8. brenda w22 September 2013 at 16:36

    Love that french window...

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  9. oldegg22 September 2013 at 18:18

    I love the idea of the window reflecting her dance and thus being her partner. You allowed me to silently watch her do so.

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  10. Karen S.23 September 2013 at 14:04

    A nice twist in the ending, leaves me still aching to dance! Nice Magpie.

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  11. Bone24 September 2013 at 07:29

    Really enjoyed this, Gautami. Especially liked "what secret stories you seek to find."

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  12. razzamadazzle26 September 2013 at 11:30

    Beautiful poem of longing. I love the imagery.

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  13. Steve Elsaesser27 September 2013 at 10:33

    Wings are folded. For a moth, that IS the end.

    But then, "I shall rejuvenate in no time" made all of us happy again. Good writing, well planned for short piece.

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  14. Bekkie Sanchez27 September 2013 at 16:38

    Very nice, I like the mixture of images it gave me.
    I too, have trouble with spam too so I don't let anonymous post anymore.

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  15. kaykuala27 September 2013 at 18:04

    "I am destined for bigger things-
    that french window is my silent partner"

    I like the ending where it opens up a hope for bigger things! It's great to have a finality at the ending! Nicely gautami!

    Hank

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  16. kaykuala27 September 2013 at 18:12

    Gautami Ma'am,
    I wonder if web-owner's moderation can be an alternative. You can conveniently sieve through and that would discourage spammers.
    Just a thought!

    Hank

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  17. aspiritofsimplicity28 September 2013 at 09:31

    I like the last part...I am destined for better things.

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  18. Susie Clevenger28 September 2013 at 23:27

    What a wonderful write..love how the reflection from a window becomes her dance partner

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  19. De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo)30 September 2013 at 13:48

    Your closing lines here are so, so strong. Excellent.

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