Saturday, January 19, 2008

leveller----Sunday Scribblings

any path traversed was filled with travellers like her
looking out for wealth, a few for their lost souls
on much thumbed map, folded into itself
bonded by despondency, blank eyes, lined face
sleepily she examines each face
tightly holding on to her umbrella
big black one like the darkest of nights
she wishes for thundering rains to cleanse people of their thoughts

sky breaks into two, lightning splits forth into resounding doom
each face turns above somehow divested of gloom
nature always comes into aid of fellow travellers

slowly she walks away, parasol clutched to her side,
humming a tuneless song with no words
disintegrating into waters of paradise

31 comments:

Whitesnake said...

very well done

Robin said...

I like the image of travellers out looking for their lost souls. Dark, but somehow not overwhelmingly so.

Raven said...

Lovely. The stormy days and the stormy lives are a build up of emotion, waiting for the flash of insight/lightning to open the gates and let the waters of rain or tears wash ur the soul and heavens, making way for more.

Remiman said...

gautami,
So true that the rain shows no favorites; it falls on all alike!
Nice piece.
rel

Ghost Particle said...

i love this...feel the moment and the mood.

footlights said...

beautiful spirituality!!

Elspeth said...

Intriguing and simple.

Don Iannone said...

Such a wonderful portrayal of life. Ah but the rain washes away all tears. Best wishes to you, Gautami.

rebecca said...

well done....quite lovely

Herb Urban said...

I love a good rainstorm. All the expensive makeup and hair products men and women use to hide their insecurities about who they are get washed away just the same. I love how you use rain as an emotional cleansing. Brilliantly done.

tumblewords said...

Nicely layered and deep. Rain is a cleanser of many things.

Shari said...

I enjoyed reading your poem. Thank you for reading mine, and for the compliment.

Kai C. said...

beautiful

keith hillman said...

Another of your simple yet beautiful pieces.

Pat Paulk said...

I guess we all have our storms and lost days. Well done Gautami!!

Preethi said...

amazing.. despite the looking for the lost souls et al, its actually quite cheery!! Its really nice how you have written this!!

Linda said...

Your descriptions are right on and your word choices are perfct! I can see them all there. I can see their feelings. Takes talent!

paisley said...

very nice guatami....

Sherry said...

I like the darkness of this..the singularity yet the "joining" with others...looking for???? And we are never alone...other souls are with us.

Marcella Paliekara said...

Beautiful phraseology.

John Tran said...

Nice imagery. Love this phrase:
"humming a tuneless song with no words".

Prats said...

*nature always comes into aid of fellow travellers

So true.....always the aura of our bountiful nature will disperse gloom

myrtle beached whale said...

you are as deep as I am shallow.

Jennifer Hicks said...

sensational piece!

Heather Kathleen said...

cleansing rain and lost souls...beautiful.

Tammy said...

Well done as always and I loved
"a few for their lost souls
on much thumbed map, folded into itself
bonded by despondency, blank eyes, lined face."

You inspire me! XXOO

tricia stirling said...

lovely.

susiej.com said...

Robin sad it best -- dark, but I could sense some light there too. Great.

Frances said...

The big black umbrella becoming a parasol after the lightning is a great image.
As always I enjoyed my visit here.
Namaste

forgetfulone said...

Ah, very nice! I wasn't inspired by this week's prompt, but you definitely were.

UL said...

Makes so much sense...loved the title - leveller.