Sunday, July 13, 2008

building balconies inside your head

out of nowhere you find things in your head
unable to fathom how they fit in
mind although colourless contains
all those shades you never thought possible
tangled with unexplained material
what can only be called myth of the matter
permeating your whole being
layers and layers of it
akin to building balconies inside your head
without cement yet holding on steadfast

out of nowhere you find things in your head
unable to fathom how they fit in
but knowing that somehow they do

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#Update@14/07/08: My muse is dead. I can't offer anything new today. I wrote this a few days back. I can't even take my own advise and keep writing.


35 comments:

spacedlaw said...

It happens all the time!
Good take on the prompt.

Greyscale Territory said...

Love the rolling echos, like beats of tom toms! Great!

Edward S Gault said...

Myths very often have several layers of meaning to them, and in your poem I am picturing several layers of balconies, like in some opera houses. Great Metaphor.
Excellent Poem.
Thank You.

SandyCarlson said...

This is a wonderful description of myth making. It seems a delicate process in some ways.

Jenn: said...

The thing with too many balconies, is it starts to obstruct the view.

I love "tangled with unexplained material."

me ann my camera said...

The surface of our consciousness holds many depths of supporting structure underneath, complicated and unseen, shadowy foundations. Great lines to think on. Lovely.

sage said...

Nice, glad to know that I'm not the only one to find things in my head...

Roswila said...

"out of nowhere you find things in your head
unable to fathom how they fit in
but knowing that somehow they do"

As another person commenting said it's good to know I'm not the only one.

I like your use of the image of balconies; maybe these odd things truly offer a new view if we can trust them. :-)

RIC said...

So many things in the mind that pop up like unwanted spam...but they MUST fit in somewhere...somehow...why else would they jump in there?
I love the prompt your poem delivers...!

Raven said...

"without cement yet holding on steadfast" is only one of the many wonderful lines. That one particularly delights me given all the unhinged balconies and thoughts that rattle around in my psyche. I love the last lines too. Wonderful poem.

Steve said...

WTF

Linda Jacobs said...

Oh, yes, this makes me think and tickles my brain at the same time. I, like many others, also love the balconies. What an image!

Joy Renee said...

ah yes, the mental jumble. it's the wellspring of dreams, of poems and of stories.

my poem this week also reflects on this theme.

Jill said...

I haven't read this one yet, Gautami, so I'm still proud of you using old one!
I'm always impress of how much the human brain can save information, but not knowing how they fit into thing! And you wrote this in a beautiful way!

anthonynorth said...

I love the way this one builds the metaphor.

Lisa Andel said...

I think I built my balconies with cement. At least, that's how my head feels right now.

Missy said...

This is great. It reminds me of a poem I once wrote about random thoughts.

Sometimes we need to just walk away from writing for a bit (a few hours not weeks) and let the mind rejuvenate. You'll find ideas "out of nowhere" once the creative muscle gets a little rest.

teric said...

You have just increased and expanded my understanding of 'myth'.

polkadotwitch said...

take heart about your muse. mine was so stingy in may and june -- NO POEMS. zero! but he's rolling back on in and yours will too.

thanks for sharing a piece anyway. that's one way to keep your head in the game!

tumblewords said...

I love the way myths build balconies in a brain. Neatly done!

gardenpath said...

I don't think it is gone-maybe just gone on vacation. You had several really good lines in this poem. I like it.

Nathan said...

I can identify with the sense of things in my head accumulating structures -- balconies, a great metaphor -- I'm thinking a lot about your phrase "the myth of the matter." This strikes me as a really important phrase in the poem. It makes me think about the stories we tell about ourselves and the world.

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Yeah, I get this image of balconies one on top of another with all kinds of stuff stored on them like junk in an attic perhaps. And all this is going on in my head and I'm clinging on to a railing in case I fall.

Steve said...

Ya muse aint dead.it's resting!

ozymandiaz said...

none of my balconies have reailing though
is that dangerous?

Julia Smith said...

'mind although colourless contains
all those shades you never thought possible'

This happens to me frequently. I love how you put the hope right after the frustration of writers' block.

Pam said...

I have been having the same problems here. I was given a wonderful line but it took me days to find any words to go with it.

I really like the unexpectedness of the line, "colourless contains
all those shades you never thought possible".

lissa said...

isn't that a reason to write them down and turn them into something useful, sometimes you have to get things our of your head in order to think

Crafty Green Poet said...

lots of balconies in my head too sometimes!

Karen Crone said...

you got me imagining... thanks

Noah the Great said...

I, too, wonder how some of my thoughts came to be.

A good write, definitely.

artpredator said...

building balconies--i like the title a lot, and how it works in/with the poem, too.

your muse will be back, you're so prolific it's just taking a break!

btw, i just read a novel (you, me and the insects by barbara henning) which takes place in mysore and was thinking about you (although every city in india is different, i'm sure, that some of the issues are the same! i wrote a bit about the novel on my blog)

one more believer said...

g, a few days back a few days forward... i will gladly pay you tomorrow for a poem today... love the title... layers and layers of tumultuous material... that last sentence in yr comment... i was eating those words earlier.. keep writing regardless bah!!

zoya gautam said...

"unexplained material_
myth of the matter_
balconies inside your head"
thank u for sharing..

polona said...

strange hos a mind works...

and my muse is awol too...