Tuesday, December 07, 2010

destined wanderings

going from one place to the other
each day, every passing day
he longs for the complacent days

to feel the morning entering his bones
turning into lazy afternoons
and cozy evenings

to meet his friends
to walk the sidewalks
to ponder over the lake

when the chug of the train
bring hims to his destination
he walks the asphalt

and sees her at the window
a book in her hand
but a pause in her demeanour

when their eyes meet
she disappears from his vision-
at the door she ruffles his hair

"when he encloses into her, he finds in her, his lucidity" 

31 comments:

Ramesh Sood said...

I always enjoy what you write.. for I find it unique and different..

Claudia said...

...to feel the morning entering his bones.. this is really cool - just one line but filled with so much different things that start to develop while reading it

Wysteria said...

I liked this poem for many reasons. It had great imagery. I could see the woman ruffle his hair.

You write very well.....)

Wysteria

poemblaze said...

As Claudia said, the line about morning entering his bones is awesome. A strong poem, but that line is the best!

Teresa said...

I love what you've written. You take a small event and turn it into a poetic event.

hedgewitch said...

Nice transition from the everyday to the unique moment. there's a nice play of words there between the morning entering him, and his love enclosing him. Always enjoy your work, and this is no exception.

booguloo said...

It has a nice flow and gait even with the short verses.
I like it.

marousia said...

This has so many layers yet is simply written - I love the images

Beachanny said...

A very quiet poem of peace, serenity, and the joy of being husband and wife. These are the little things one misses the most when a partner is gone. Lovely.

irene said...

Oh wow surprise!

theprimate said...

its the pace of this that strikes me...like a drift or a slow walk...good feel to it

Flying Monkey said...

Beautiful poem.

Diane T said...

Beautiful poem.... Except for the ending!

Judy Roney said...

I love the mystery in this poem. -To feel the morning entering his bones- was so descriptive. I want to warn her that if he is taking so much time wandering the streets he might not be a good catch. LOL

vivinfrance said...

This has the hallmark of an enduring love story.

Brian Miller said...

ah what a beautiful moment you captured...seeing each other and being moved to enfold...smiles.

kaykuala said...

It captures an episode in the never-ending strive for love and affections. Excellent poem!

PattiKen said...

Very nice. I see the day-to-day, made easier by the knowledge of such a greeting at its end.

I'm reminded of that old song, "You'd be so nice to come home to..."

Strummed Words said...

Isn't love wonderful! Very nice poem.

barbara said...

super fine.
Like everyone else, the morning line
I like all the parallel bits morning/afternoon, meet/walk/ponder, and especially book in her hand/ pause in her demeanor

flaubert said...

A beautiful love poem Gautami.
Pamela

Eric Alder said...

I long for those complacent days myself. Nice One Shot, Gautami!

Monkey Man said...

Such warmth and love I feel from this. Excellent.

kkrige said...

Hello Wednesday. Hello Gautami. Hello poetry; always at its finest. You care about your word children and it always shows. Lovely.

neil reid said...

A genuinely beautiful and quietly sensual poem written with such fine understatement of such a subtle moment of experience. Wonderful and thank you very much. Good poem!

DeLi said...

i feel that giddy-up dreamy romantic reading this

Glynn said...

It's flat-out lovely. Beautiful poem.

ravenswingpoetry.com said...

Absolutely gorgeous. You do a love poem very well. I especially like the line "to feel the morning entering his bones".

-Nicole

senderupwords said...

This is really well penned. Such an every day event penned beautifully. Love and Light, Sender

Kavita said...

oh.. gentle and romantic..
For those glances of love and touches of sweetness, one would travel a 1000 miles indeed!
Beautifully written, Gautami.. so rich in imagery.. and need I even mention the delightful play on words!?!?
Lovely One Shot!

Steve Isaak said...

Effective use of line breaks, sparse wording.