Saturday, May 22, 2010

tentacles

tentacles of roots
permeate the soil
floating within the earth
embrace secrets manifold
like the limbs of octopus
holding onto its prey

I escape resolutely
from my tentacles of shackles
bury those in a deep hole
and I float far away

18 comments:

Sioux said...

I really love this!

sage said...

Nice--interesting contrast between tentacles of roots and those of shackles

Ramesh Sood said...

Not an iota of doubt ever about the depth of your writings..it's always intense.. Gautami, well done! Do visit to see if I am able to float in this world of thoughts..

Greyscale Territory said...

Beautiful descriptive contrasts of tentacles with freedom attached and tentacles that need unshackling before freedom can be attained.

anthonynorth said...

I like the relationships in this, too.

Jack said...

Gautami,

It is a very heady feeling to break away from unwanted shackles of society or norms. Well said.

Take care

SandyCarlson said...

Breaking free is a wonderful feeling. Well done!

Sweetest in the Gale said...

I could feel the constriction of the shackles in your words...wonderful!

Carina said...

A fascinating idea, that roots, which we typically think of being bound, are floating.

Tumblewords: said...

Ah, freedom to float! Wonderful!

Linda Goin said...

Gautami, you took me into my garden with your roots..never thought of them as an "octopus," but that's perfect.

mypoeticlicense said...

Love anything "earthy" and tentacles of roots is such a great description to envision.

- Dina

Annie said...

Chasing freedom.
Brushing off encumbements
Breathing in release.
Ahhhhh.

brenda said...

I love the comparision of tentacles to roots. Quite imaginative. It works. Well done!

Harshad mehta said...

"I escape resolutely...."

Keep up with resolution. It needs to be renewed very often. Again & again.

Keep floating.

Beautiful poem.

Patti said...

Very nicely written and I loved the idea of floating away- lovely!

Aayushi Mehta said...

Loved this, the first stanza, the second stanza, the transition, everything.

Loch Rob said...

Two contrasting thoughts that come together in your poem. The thought of breaking from entanglement can be an enlightening feeling.