Thursday, August 30, 2007

window view of silhouetted dawn-----Poetry Thursday



The last prompt by Poetry Thursday tells us to make use of the line "an open window" anywhere in our poem.


This is another of my rare love poetry. Maybe the last one. Who knows? Who cares?

window view of silhouetted dawn


sitting by an open window
staring at the silhouetted dawn
i can still see your jerky movements

togetherness by the sea
unfolds in my mind.
each particle of gritty sand
imprinting firmly on my body

reminds me of unanswered
communication between us which
had no need for those so called words.

absently tapping the rosewood table,
uncrossing my feet at my ankles
i grow still with nameless
anticipation for what I know not.

i brush strands of hair from my face
wetness of it surprises me. with
sad allure I wipe away my tears.

“with you gone, beyond time and space has no meaning.”

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37 comments:

joezul said...

You asked who cares?...
well, if it worth anything...I care..and I think so are many others of your friends out there. :)

A sad poem for a sad event... I like the symbolic of it. It'll be even more sad if you stopped writing such wonderful verse.

I care.

Crafty Green Poet said...

sad poem, I like the phrase silhouetted dawn.

Patti said...

Beautiful poetry - I will miss you Gautami. Hope to see you in the next poetry community.

I can't seem to leave a comment (so sad for the last posting) so please visit my poetry at http://wtmu.blogspot.com/

Pauline said...

All your poems are love poems; even if they aren't about love, they are love-filled, or composed with love. I will miss reading them!

Don Iannone said...

A love-ly poem, Gautami.

Happiness is your birthright. Being you is all that matters.

I like the re-make of your blog.

Care, I do.

And, your first book? When is it coming?

Jessica said...

This is wonderful -- I love the details, the tears, the sand. It all makes for a really evocative poem.

I also really like how you redesigned your site. It's very pretty!

paisley said...

i feel as if this love is in some way unfulfilled,,, thus it will more than likely have to be revisited....

...deb said...

Lovely sadness, I like the second stanza best.

I will be stopping by to check on your lovely poems and writings and to say hello.

Constance said...

I like how this is painted, layer by layer. Very nice.

Mj said...

I enjoyed the sad beauty of your poem today. Keep up the good work. You have done Poetry Thursday proud girl.

Have a nice day.
Michelle

Pat Paulk said...

Windows are magnets for our gazes and thoughts. somehow they give us hope to escape whatever prison or pain we're experiencing. Good poem Gautami!!

Carole said...

This is very sad and wistful. I like the idea of 'beyond time and space'.

wendy said...

I love

wetness of it suprises me.

very human, yet with a far off lost feel

lisrobbe said...

Though it is a sad poem, the beauty of your words over shadows it. As always outstanding.

Rose Dewy Knickers said...

Gautami, I care very much. I do love you and you've enabled me to grow and learn.

A sad poem, but then forever partings are always sad. But it won't be forever with us or with many of the poets.

I love your new avatar by the way.

Rose

xo

Rambler said...

nice poem, there's something about sadness which I love, be it sad songs, sad endings for movies, or just sad poetry, just feel a touch of more reality in there.

Brian said...

An open window as an ever changing view. Friends will come and go, but our words will live on. I too will mourn but will still greet the next dawn with hope.

Cynthia E. Bagley said...

wow powerfully sad.

I remember leaving because I did not want to be left. :-)

Cyn

liz said...

Sad. Sad. The thing I notice most, Gautami, is your use of "i". From what I've read of your work, you are kind and smart and witty. I await the poem where you, most rightfully, refer to yourself as "I".

tumblewords said...

Nicely told. Poignant. Hair dampened by tears reveals so much...

sister AE said...

Hi, Gautami.
I felt the sharpness of the sand and I tasted the saltiness of the tears.

Christine said...

Very bittersweet. It's good for me to read your love poem. I've been married for twenty years, so I sometimes forget about those pangs of love and loss. you've inspired me to write a love poem to my husband. Let me say, it's not easy after so many years!

polona said...

wow, beautiful and sad...

Regina Clare Jane said...

Yes, I get the sadness here but also some hope... as always, Gautami, your poetry really asks for more from its readers.

This Girl Remembers said...

Mmmmm.... sumptuous and sad. I love this poem. Thank you so much fro sharing it!

AnnieElf said...

The yearning found in here is so painfully sad.

Tammy said...

The last line stayed with me. Here's to many more poems filled with love. HUGS

lissa said...

I like this - beautiful and sad. I like your poetry. I just can't distinguish between poetry, prose, haiku -somehow they are sound so poetic. I don't know much about poetry as you can tell by my comments.

Alan Bender said...

I applaud the alluring personal transparency controverted with the window that would not open. This is the essence of using the media to rise above what has gone before. Excellent.

Shane said...

touching

odessa said...

i care!

this is a beautiful/sad poem. i too love the image of "silhoutted dawn".

Rethabile said...

Good to be back reading good stuff again. I hope we'll all continue to write beyond PT. Thanks for the nice words in this poem and on your blog.

Clare said...

Hi Gautami! You write wonderful love poems -- sad and very heartfelt. The "gritty sand/ imprinting firmly on my body" is both sexy and rough -- by rough I mean it's hard to ignore, just like the thoughts of one who is loved but who is now gone. Are those tea cups in your photo? They look pretty.
:)

trinitystar said...

Beautifully written.

as always you have excelled yourself. Good luck!

sage said...

lovely and yet sad

Fledgling Poet said...

This is so sad, but so beautifully written. I love this stanza:

togetherness by the sea
unfolds in my mind.
each particle of gritty sand
imprinting firmly on my body


It's so symbolic of the "grittiness" of love...it's not all bells and roses.

Jon said...

I love the way that this subtly demonstrates how the narrator's hyper-awareness of the past leaves her so unaware in the present (and completely uncertain of the future). Very moving.