Friday, April 18, 2008

misting marshland-----Sunday Scribblings

your voice, unheard,
yet touches me
cooling my soul
like mist in marshland
songs of your spirit
stain the lakes of my heart

sun will turn to black hole
the mysteries of the universe
might get lost, I and you
will disintegrate into particles
moving randomly
hurtling through space

"when everything has to end
why can't I keep my mind composed?"

31 comments:

anthonynorth said...

A good question. And maybe continually asking it will provide the answer, before it comes to this.

Lucy said...

your poem makes me feel 'misty'. very touching Gautami!

Brian said...

It does seem that such a strong mind should continue, or is that simply denial?

Hope you've moved all right. Have a safe and fun weekend.

texasblu said...

I belive it does. :)

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I love your idea here! well said, too. :)

Jo Anne O. said...

I really like the imagery you paint...

Nasra said...

I love your writing..keep them coming

Cheryl said...

This reminds me of sitting in my office on damp nights with the window behind me open to the breezes. Every once in a while, I'd feel a cool wet breath on my bare neck, and I'd feel touched by ghosts and souls and beautiful quiet.

Granny Smith said...

The mysteries of the universe tend to be reflected in the personal. This is a lovely poem.

Tammy said...

Haunting imagery Tami! We all just fake being composed. lol

keith hillman said...

Your mind sounded pretty composed to me! Nice one Gautami

Steve said...

It fools with the emotions is that bad or good I don't know.

Hauntingly beautiful as always.

"Don't look on the bright side, there's too much shine, Stand in the shadows where you can clearly see."

Lilibeth said...

It is sad. We ride the winds of entropy, singing majestically and painting the sky. Hope has to come from outside this realm, that's for sure.

Noah the Great said...

Wow.

susiej said...

I would really like to know this too! Very thought-provoking.

Geraldine said...

Interesting and descriptive. I really enjoyed reading this poem.

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Linda Jacobs said...

"songs of your spirit
stain the lakes of my heart"

What a beautiful line! I like this contemplative poem!

Don Iannone said...

touching indeed, gautami, and beautifully written.

sage said...

I love the descriptions in the opening--nicely done

Billy said...

like mist in marshland--what a beautiful line from a beauitful poem!

polona said...

some things are too deep to grasp...
beautifully written!

arboleda said...

you always asking for a way to be firmly roooted..

Leigh Lear said...

very nice

Greyscale Territory said...

"How can you catch a cloud and pin it down?" The mind is a variable not a constant. Enjoy composing in such a fluid world of ideas. That is the key to the mystery of the universe. Questions!

Interesting!

Gemma

Sherry/Cherie said...

Little wonder you can't keep you mind composed...it's floating everywhere!! This is really wonderful.

AnnieElf said...

I keep returning to the image of "lakes of my heart". It is so mysterious.

January said...

You and your poems are always composed!

I like these lines,

"cooling my soul
like mist in marshland
songs of your spirit
stain the lakes of my heart"

ian russell said...

I like your poem, gautami.

tumblewords said...

Nice work, as usual. Lovely layers and an all-consuming question. Good writing!

CHEFDRUCK said...

I love the lakes of the soul image!

LN- Nickers and Ink said...

"Why can't I keep my mind composed..."

Indeed.

Great take on the prompt.

Blessings,
Linda - Nickers and Ink


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