Saturday, August 29, 2009

weeks trample on each other like magazines

I've been waiting for you,
days trample on each other like magazines
filled with deep buzzing where words merge into images
perceptions recide in the jumble of blue memory
yet nothing comes to assert your arrival
I have not learned to notice your presence

stressed of a long day I seek you-

you who I must give back some day
to someone I don't know who

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Interestingly, the prompt for this weeks' Sunday Scribblings is poetry. This was cake walk for me. Need I say more?

46 comments:

Old Grizz said...

"you who I must give back some day
to someone I don't know who"

haunting, intriguing....a thought?...a poem?...a memory?...a story?
you captivated me with this poem

Michelle Johnson said...

I truly enjoyed reading this poem with its strong ending. Have a great weekend.

Leo said...

oh this is so beautiful Gautami...

really loved reading it!

Granny Smith said...

This is beautiful and it's sad. The last lines are a moving statement

I loved reading it.

ratanaong said...

love the metaphor, you've a way with words! Well done!

Americanising Desi said...

"you who I must give back some day
to someone I don't know who"

brings back somethin to me :)

My Sunday Poetry

venus66 said...

"you who I must give back some day
to someone I don't know who"

Beautiful lines. Very deep.

anthonynorth said...

Perfectly done, with a hint of both sorrow and mystery.

SarahJ said...

very nice - especially that title/second line. thanks

Lorraine said...

probably one of my favourites of yours, it's briliant

Sweetest in the Gale said...

filled with deep buzzing where words merge into images...perceptions recide in the jumble of blue memory

This was gorgeous...so visual and rich! Lovely, as always.

Jeeves said...

As usual. Brilliant

keiths ramblings said...

I'm with everyone else here. Fantastic.

b said...

You always make me wonder if I am looking inside you life or another's...it all looks and feel so real!

b

http://torristravels.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-scribblingsthe-lyrics-of-her.html

Janice Thomson said...

Full of mystery and haunting emotions - love those last lines.

Stan Ski said...

Conjures up all sorts of images.

Deborah Godin said...

Another human connection that hits and misses - you describe these emotions so well.

sage said...

Nice ending, Gautami

Tammy said...

Grizz captured my thoughts on this and I loved "blue memories."

swapnap said...

Lovely flow of words..amazed at the way you handle words dear.

JP/deb said...

Loved the title line ... interesting though that you changed days to weeks.

mmm.... love wondering why.

peace,
JP/deb

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I really like this!!

Jim said...

Hey G.T, been there, done that. Mrs. Jim came into the room the other day and I missed her entrance entirely.
Those magazines stack up fast, don't they. Newspapers too!
..

spacedlaw said...

Such ache in the last three lines!

Amias said...

The last three lines summed this up beautifully, and pulled at my heart string.

Greyscale Territory said...

Beautiful feeling! Waiting for an invisible memory! A little like waiting for the legendary blue moon! Fascinating!

SandyCarlson said...

I too enjoyed this and the very strong ending. The temporary yet deep emotions tug on my heart.

Pam said...

I love the second line - I got an immediate image and it drove the poem forward.

Jane Doe said...

A very beautiful poem. It's very powerful, especially the last lines.

Vita Stunder said...

Beautiful poem - I love the last lines.

Have a great week!
Anna

Maggie said...

For some reason this poem made me think of a time when it was so hard for me to wait to get photos developed.

I enjoyed the visuals you displayed in this poem.

zoya gautam said...

.. reminded of sahir ludhanvi's couplet( poet emeritus urdu, --coarsely translated as under ) _

" what realizations and disasters the world gives to me

it is that which i return back in my poetry "

ur sensitive writing is good to read .. thanks for sharing it..

zoya gautam said...

poet emeritus ?

shouldn't that be poet laureate ! ..

if said...

as always your depictions are so vivid !

quin browne said...

i like how you brought the title into the piece...

Patois said...

Proof of your creativity and gift: that it was a "cake walk" for you.

Jennifer Hicks said...

are you describing rest? a soul? a memory? great stuff!

Dee Martin said...

coming late to the poetry party, I'm left like everyone else, with questions. That for me is a beautiful thing here - everyone has their own questions and walks away thinking. Whether poetry or any other use of words, that is a gift in and of itself.

Divinedesign said...

The line "I have not learned to notice your presence" really struck me..
I will be conscious of this in all my relationships:)
Thanks for the reminder.

Tammie Lee said...

weeks and day, hours and minutes, pile one on top of the next. Great piece!
Spirithelpers

The Dark Lord said...

Beautiful! Intriguing, yet, comes with a rather "knowing" feeling.. You have such a splendid way with words..

Kuyerjudd said...

Gautami, this is beautiful. I especially like this line, "filled with deep buzzing where words merge into images".

Just someone said...

Indeed - cake walk! Your poetry collection is just awesome!!!

Tumblewords: said...

Nice images - particularly fond of magazines trampling on each other and the giving back ... -

Patti said...

Hi~ I loved the line "days trample on each other like magazines" Your poem was haunting and mysterious. Have a wonderful school year!

DeLi said...

the end lines are so intriguing