Wednesday, November 17, 2010

intriguing walls


at midnight, I hear
a latch fall open
in an attic closet, and then
a profound silence
dark stucco of low clouds
clutch the sky
a branch falls into the street.
a snail travels up a tree-
a long happy journey.
a little water drips with delight
from a tap in the park nearby
I look at the changing walls
stories hidden there intrigue me

"reflections of such proportions 
are more important than sleep"

45 comments:

Jackie said...

That sounds awesome Gautami . You never fail at delivering wonderful writing .

peace

Michael Solender said...

mysterious and moody, I like it

Jackie said...

I like the illustration

sukipoet said...

lovely words and images

G.K. Asante said...

Excellent snapshot of nature.

Ramesh Sood said...

What fantastic imagination Gautami..You have clutched happiness delightfully..well done..

jaerose said...

I think this is one of my favourite poems that I have read of yours Gautami..I love that snail..Jae

Julie Jordan Scott said...

The dark stucco of low clouds is so rich...

Thank you - -

Read my Magpie here.

Janet Aldrich (tec4) said...

I really like this poem -- the imagery reached me. Thank you.

Alakaline said...

Liked the way you have taken up this challenge..great poem..
I've yet to pen something.. :)

Kay L. Davies said...

Excellent, Gautami.
-- K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Mary said...

Lovely and unexpected!

Nanka said...

Lovely poem and could actually feel hear and see the things you talk about!! I too like awake in bed and experience such things. You have made a beautiful verse from it :) One of your many bests I can say!!

jabblog said...

A mystery, but not threatening - I like that.

Cristian0 said...

Nice piece. I like the illustration, too.

hedgewitch said...

Interesting use of italics to change an expected emphasis...a moving picture made of words.

ladynimue said...

*bows to thee*
its always a pleasure reading you !! adore your posts completely :)

Martin H. said...

"..a branch falls into the street.
a snail travels up a tree-
a long happy journey.
a little water drips with delight.."

This, I liked a lot.

Kristen Haskell said...

What a great image "dark stucco of low clouds." I have seen that before in my neck of the woods. Wonderful writing Gautami!

Mrs.Trellis said...

A very intriguing poem.

willow said...

Beautiful stories hidden in those night time walls. Lovely piece.

Bee's Blog said...

Such lovely blending together of words.

Mary said...

Strong writing, as always. Beautifully crafted.

Teresa said...

The mysteries of the middle of the night truly capture the poet's imagination! Wonderful.

ThomG said...

Another strong, beautiful piece that all sets up the final line. Well done.

Bloggin'withAmanda said...

those stories hidden there intrigue me as well!

LeiffyV said...

Another amazing offering! This has the great layering affect with so many stories to see and yet the main one moving along. Thanks for sharing this with us!

Michelle said...

Thanks so much for stopping by my blog. I never seem to make the time to read other blogs and I enjoy your work. This one evokes the senses. Thanks for sharing it.

Tumblewords: said...

Stunning!

Jinksy said...

I wish I thought my midnight ponderings were as worthy of missing out on sleep! LOL :)

Bone said...

Very imaginative and descriptive. It's amazing how many things I notice late at night that I don't during the day.

Jack said...

Gautami,

Took sometime to fathom depth brought out in both the poems which I read now.

Take care

Divaa Divine said...

ur imagination is at par with none

http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-really-are-happy.html

chiccoreal said...

Dear gautami: Amazing imagery and atmosphere. How walls can and do talk in the every-changing patterns! Excellent!

Helen said...

The world can take on new dimension as the clock strikes midnight. Loved your description .........

Courtney Walsh said...

beautiful imagery.

and the part about these observations being more important than sleep...priceless. :)

Lucy Westenra said...

Clearly a lot of thought went into this poem.

Reflections said...

Love your use of imagery, and the sounds of the dripping water from the tap. The silence of the night does enhance the sounds, doesn't it.

Alice Audrey said...

Such great imagery with a very strong beginning.

e@thejoyofbeingamonkeywrench said...

maybe i will listen next time i can't shut my mind off for sleep.
nice magpie

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

Absolutely, it's what you don't see that intrigues

Jingle Poetry said...

simply dynamic and eloquent.

kavisionz said...

Aaah..the intrigue held in those stories of the dark is comparable to NOTHING!! And you are so right, Gautami... Reflections of these proportions are waaaaaaaaaay more important than sleep! :)

~A humble sleepless girl that writes :)

Carrie Burtt said...

Gautami this is beautiful....

ms pie said...

love how you captured that state of being awakened and the thoughts that you think inbetween awake and asleep... the trailings of a snail heard, dynamite!!!