Saturday, June 13, 2009

filigreed walls

I pulled the blinds
sunlight percolated
into my domain
filigreed walls
swayed delicately

I felt your pull
drawing me into you
your heartbeat
hurtled into mine
in a staccato

ghosts of the past night
ran away so fast
that I couldn't imagine
they had been there
lying absurdly between us

"now only you, I and
swaying filigreed walls"

41 comments:

Michelle Johnson said...

wonderful. Have a great day.

Jenn Jilks said...

Thank you for the comment on my blog. I suppose ought to write a poem about my birth mother's meeting, just to work it through! But you are right, it is the emotions and the bonds that count.

Whitesnake said...

I like the flow in this.......

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Ahh, very delicate, my friend.

SandyCarlson said...

So much tenderness and love in this reflection. Some ghosts are comforting.

barb said...

I love the notion of sunlight percolating into the room on an early morning.

Jeeves said...

Wow!!!Love this one.

anthonynorth said...

This reads beautifully.

spacedlaw said...

That's lovely. Filigreed walls is such a compelling exotic image to me.

Greyscale Territory said...

Ripe with passion and yet delicately sensitive! Beautiful!

kitehorse said...

it's far to human:
indistinct whorls of being;
red shorts blue top shine

a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous! said...

beautiful...as usual.

Shari said...

"swaying filigreed walls" - a beautiful image!

Quiet Paths said...

Delicate, sensual images in this piece - written with such clarity. I truly enjoyed it.

Patois said...

Purely delightful.

AD said...

very sweet read :)
loved the flow

Happy SS

Into The Absurd

Tanya Gwen Minnick said...

This is beautiful!
have a great day :)
t

b said...

I can see it...beautiful.

b

Lorraine said...

You really have a lovely way of weaving words together, bravo :)

Tammie Lee said...

oh so lovely.
I so enjoy seeing how things can shift.

songofsea said...

That was Wow...
esp liked the lines.....

I felt your pull
drawing me into you
your heartbeat
hurtled into mine
in a staccato

(makes me shy)

ThomG said...

So many wonderful lines in this. Thanks.

Parasite

Deborah Godin said...

Beautiful and enigmatic, and perfectly balanced.

Jim said...

Gautami, with a little more time I do believe I could fit Catherine the Great of Russian into the folds of your poem.
Your work here certainly draws me in and right away I thought of her, even of her sordid 'love life.'
..

SandyCarlson said...

You're on with "assimilated" next week!

Beth P. said...

Ain't it the truth--dang ghosts won't stay around to play or fight in the daylight.

Tight and dry!

Thanks--

JP/deb said...

Beautiful poem. I have been looking for some wooden roll-up shades for my fron porch & they remind me of the filigried walls that you speak of.

xoxo,
JP/deb

jone said...

Lovely rhythm. Reminds me on one I wrote.

yyam said...

This is a beautifully written piece. Thanks for sharing. :)

Edward S Gault said...

Excellent-and very romantic!

Dee Martin said...

your heartbeat
hurtled into mine
in a staccato

I can almost feel the pounding!


Stealing Time #5

Destinee said...

very beautiful. love the entire concept. good job!

lissa said...

kind of romantic in the beginning, but kind of sorrowful at the end, a relationship not yet fruitful, perhaps?

fourwindshaiga said...

Nice piece, filled with so many pleasant images.

Tumblewords: said...

Filigreed walls - a beautiful image and words to match.

gabrielle said...

Rippling walls that let the light in. How lovely.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

how interesting! not sure what I would do with the word "wall"

Beloved Haiku Dreams said...

Tami, this wonderful A clever
use of the prompt I really like your images and the way your wolds flow. This almost seem like a dream scape, where all that is lovely yet sad vanishes in the morning light. Where all that is warm and good awaits you.
I just loved this.


love, Melanie-bd

Sue said...

beautiful, romantically passionate.

Megha said...

dumb not to understand the context. :(
But the first para, of sunlight entering and gushing, the swaying effect is wonderful.

Poetikat said...

"Ghosts... ran away so fast"...couldn't imagine...lying absurdly between us.

Very compelling piece.

Kat