Sunday, July 29, 2007

Wired Thoughts

draping my thoughts on a wire,
freeing the mind, i survey the sky
looking quizzically for answers,
willing it to shed wisdom.

i droop my head to the earth,
asking the same questions.
rough surface ricochets it
back to my mind, unbroken.

turning to the raging river
i again try to end burden within.
nevertheless, flowing water
washes the thoughts, returning

it over again. i stop wandering
pause a while, reflecting over.
suddenly the cobwebs clear
making me feel so liberated.

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Some days are such a burden....

27 comments:

Steve said...

You never cease to amaze me!

trinitystar said...

Excellent poem! :o)

MissGuided said...

I love this poem Gautami.
As I am constantly burdened by my thoughts ..... some deep and dark, some shallow and pale, but burdened by them all the same ..... the thought of being liberated from them really appeals to me.
I will continue to enjoy your literary compositions.

Don Iannone said...

Wonderful poem, Gautami. When is your book coming???

Anne Douglas said...

I get the feeling I'm supposed to be like a bird on a telephone wire ...

Fledgling Poet said...

I understood this poem so completely. Just beautiful!

Rhet said...

Namaste, young lady.

"...I droop my head to the earth,
asking the same questions.
Rough surface ricochets it
back to my mind, unbroken..."

Brilliant wordsmithy. Are you sure you are not a Yakshini?

Marie said...

how many times have we as humans looked to the sky for answers? You so easily capture everyday things in a unique way...

I enjoyed the images of cobwebs clearing too....

thanks for visiting me twice! It was such an important post for me, so I appreciate the indulgence..

homo escapeons said...

I really enjoyed your poem about trying to elude those nagging old questions.It is so frustrating but you must let it go.

I agree that the answer isn't going to hit you like a bolt of lightning from 'above' because there is nothing up there but blue sky.

Jumping in a river won't solve anything either..then you have to decide whether to sink or swim.

The problem is that some questions don't have answers. Either you ignore them like 99.9999999999% of humans do and just swallow some of the old BS that gets recycled generation after generation

or change your question to multiple choice so that you won't go crazy and jump in the river.

Brian said...

Hello my friend.

Wonderful poem, I love how it begins and ends. We tend to look to external forces for solutions, but it's the internal mind that needs the answers.

Borut said...

Enjoyed reading it. The little tantra of liberation… of imprisoned thought…!:) Too much thinking can be burdensome… I've been doing some 'river gazing' lately…!:)

Andrea Leigh said...

Love the first stanza, how I often feel. Thanks for the smile.

Lisa Andel said...

Bittersweet. It's like you searched everywhere for the answer, only to find it within yourself.

polona said...

i think we can all relate to these feelings...
love it!

Rhian / Crowwoman said...

Lovely twists and turns and cycles in the word play! I liked this especially:
"flowing water
washes the thoughts, returning

it over again. i stop wandering
pause a while, reflecting over."

odessa said...

this is so me today. thank your for posting this!

"draping thoughts on a wire" --- i love this line!

Sparky Duck said...

wow, its good to see more people feel this way, even if its fleeting

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I absolutely love the first line!!

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Days can be a burden but it is the release of such words that make them worth it. very nice.

Dewey said...

I love the idea of continuing to try to unburden oneself until reaching success.

Finlands finest said...

I feel this often. Thanks for putting into words what I have often felt!

ozymandiaz said...

so as you can see, the thoughts were never the burden. it is the process that is burdensome, and processes can change.

Clare said...

Oh, this is so lovely, Gautami! The first 2 lines are especially wonderful and really brilliant. And I love how you ended the poem. Really nice!
:)

Alok said...

"rough surface ricochets it
back to my mind, unbroken.

mad me liberated for sure ...

brilliant

alok

Rhet said...

New post soon?
There are 32 Yakshini you know?

January said...

Some days are such a burden....

Absolutely. But at least you can turn even the worst days into fine poetry. Nice job.

Ghost Particle said...

in the end the answer is in us or is in the winds or the world? Where do we go to learn and teach?