Sunday, May 03, 2009

tell tale winds

opening my notebook,
I sat down with a few pencils
(I hate writing with pens)
all those grandeur ideas
encircling until then
ran away from me
into the spooky night
(what else can one call it
when winds keep howling?)
I could hear them
whispering to each other
that I was a sham
my words were stolen
coming from far and wide
I ought to confess it here
to all and sundry
that I swapped ideas
with ghosts of the nether world
so much for tactile spirits

"if it served the purpose
why waste space, speculating?"

30 comments:

Amias said...

This made me smile ...

"if it served the purpose
why waste space, speculating?"
Very profound ... indeed, but some speculation makes for good poetry.

Whitesnake said...

Ingenious idea I must confess!

Whitesnake said...

How come ya wanna kill word verifaction yet we have it here?

anthonynorth said...

Very clever - even though I'm addicted to speculation.

spacedlaw said...

This made me smile.

SweetTalkingGuy.. said...

Nicely, I draw all over my notebeek, until a poem comes out, and sometimes there's another one hidden between the lines.

Edward S Gault said...

I enjoyed this humorous piece.
Than You.

Dee Martin said...

"I could hear them
whispering to each other
that I was a sham
my words were stolen
coming from far and wide"
That hit me where I live. So often when I start to write there is a little voice that says that everything good has already been said better by someone else - I always have to tell it to just SHUT UP. Do others feel that way? Your poem makes me think maybe they do!

SandyCarlson said...

I enjoyed this confession!

Sue said...

those winds at night certainly are spooky!

Lorraine said...

Writing in the dark...I just adore this ;)

Maggie said...

I know what you mean about the wind which blow and pencils have always been my choice of instrument when it comes to putting words together on paper while hoping some will make a bit of sense.

sage said...

A stormy night is best for writing, so too are pencils. Nice poem, Gautami

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, the spooky night that swirls and draws the words away - great image!

Cynthia E. Bagley said...

Actually, this poem made me smile. Wonderful. :-)

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

I love the bit about hating to write with pens. I really connected to that; it brought back some fond memories.

Jim said...

Hi Gautami, I never write with penicils. Pens and the computer, yes. And you gotta watch those ghosts of the nether world, they aren't always truthful or good. :-)
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rosey said...

Pencils with those little rubber things in the end. Perfect writing instuments.

keith said...

Swapping ideas with ghosts! I like the idea of that. An intriguing piece.

Janice Thomson said...

I hate pens too but love your confession :)

linda may said...

Good poem Gataumi, you are v. clever.I understand the "swapping ideas with ghosts" bit too.

Beloved Dreamer said...

Tami, this is so clever. It made me smile. Thank you.


love,Melanie-bd

Megha said...

hey, I too prefer pencils..Spooky post ;) keep writing

paisley said...

i haven't written with a pencil for ages.... maybe that's whats wrong with me.......

MichaelO said...

No shame in this Gautami. All language is passed down. We all must plagiarize to some extent! It's always how you funnel them into your own stream of consciousness. And you do it so well!

floreta said...

great use of both prompts!

polona said...

your typicl dark humour shines again

Just someone said...

This was really nice, enjoyable :)

songofsea said...

nice one...like that spooky image in here....surely is a nice time to write something.

Beth P. said...

see, your words were stolen...from the nether world...your fans have long suspected it.

Lovely!!