Friday, May 15, 2009

fingers dance merrily in the air

softly I touch the air
my fingers dance merrily
feeling the moments

waft of your presence
travels through time or space
(I don't care what)

tiny particles of thoughts
slowly grow bigger
transcending unknown arena

it was not at first time
nor at the second or the third
yet it slowly took over me/you

softly I touch the air
my palms opening up towards you
closing my eyes, I look at you

"even the divine can't explain love
or the tolerance it brings within us"

31 comments:

Andy Sewina said...

Your words taste like fine wine, and linger on my lips.

Linda Jacobs said...

I love the image you begin with! AQnd the wisdom at the end!

Destinee said...

so beautiful. I especially love the beginning. It sets everything up so perfectly. bravo.

Jeeves said...

Ohh wow!!!!Just love the flow.

sarah said...

What they said.

Beautiful.

And you're right, it does touch alongside mine! Although I wouldn't want to claim mine was as good ;-)

Whitesnake said...

Not ya best work aye?

sage said...

Nice--I like the idea of tolerance and love going hand in hand.

Janice Thomson said...

Ah...beautiful Guatami - the last two lines a perfect ending.

Jim said...

Very pretty here, Guatami. Feelings of love that you can't explain but you know.

Thank you too, for the critique. I didn't like the third one either, I edited it quite a bit. Now it might be closer to telling my intended meaning.
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Amias said...

Sometimes what I think is love is just constipation.

This was a most refreshing read.

anthonynorth said...

Grasping for one of the ultimate mysteries. You say it well.

Edward S Gault said...

Love make tolerance possible in a lot situations. An excellent observation!

kitehorse said...

The last stanza spells out, too jarringly for me, the beautiful sense of acceptance and tolerance you painted beforehand.

SandyCarlson said...

When the reaching is followed by the finding, life feels good. Lovely poem.

irenet said...

There's something sublime in those lines..

Fledgling Poet said...

So gentle and delicate, yet with a powerful impact. Beautiful!

lissa said...

makes me think of child holding out his or her hand anxiously waiting for someone to take it, it's almost dreamlike to me

RBroeker said...

Could be read as a guitar-solo as well. Good one.

Best wishes
Ralf

SandyCarlson said...

Hi!
Just a reminder that you're up next week with "dropped" at OSI! Please send a poem and/or image by Friday.

gabrielle said...

“yet it slowly took over me/you
softly I touch the air”

tolerance,
there is a hair’s breath between I and thou

beautiful!

artpredator said...

I especially like how the first few stanzas work on this.

spacedlaw said...

An apt conclusion.

Kilauea Poetry said...

Thanks for your comment..this is lovely..I think the power of love (the many aspects) is captured here in how it marvelously works out..manifests. Thanks-

fourwindshaiga said...

What an experience Guatami! A lovely poem and idea.

Tumblewords: said...

The magical mystery of love - wonderful!

Tammy said...

Love is the key. Yes!

Tammie Lee said...

There is a spirit to your poem
that has touched my heart.

Marianne H. Nielsen said...

Such a lovely love story...

Beth P. said...

ummmm...
tolerance is such a conflicted term, isn't it.

Liked this a lot, gautami--and thanks for your sweet message on my post this week.

Patti said...

What a beautiful poem...your words dance merrily in the air as well. Thank you!

Maggie said...

Absolutely beautiful.