Thursday, January 06, 2011

I write footnotes here...

by riverside I sat with closed eyes
he was reading out to me
what he uttered barely registered
his voice flowed mellifluously
that was my anchor against stillness-
a stillness which frightened me
I felt his chin touch my shoulder
I turned towards him
when I opened my eyes
I saw the invisible abundance,
smelled the intersected air between us

"feet by feet, why do we have to measure distance?

30 comments:

Ramesh Sood said...

A lovely question that..one may have to spend a life time to get an answer and still feel empty.. Gautami, a delightful read this..

vivinfrance said...

Your title is brilliant. Lovely dreamy poem.

Laurie Kolp said...

Beautiful piece... I love it!

Mama Zen said...

Gorgeous!

annell said...

Great Footnote! Well done!

Elizabeth said...

Again, you fill my head with images, soft and detailed, and then stop the drift with a wise and deeply thoughtful question. Gautami, you just keep pulling me in. Thank you,

Elizabeth

flaubert said...

Gautami, a beautiful poem.
Pamela

Jannie Funster said...

ummn, a voice like an anchor, I know that feeling well and true. And it's a blessing abundant!

Beautiful!

xo

Linda said...

Lovely poem that makes me think.

joannejohns said...

Oooh, nice work :)

lightverse said...

Yesterday, I heard someone say, "All we really have are the footnotes we leave behind." I think your are wonderful.

djvorreyer said...

I like the line "anchor against stillness" very much - such an unusual juxtaposition.

Mary said...

Gautami, I love thinking about the invisible abundance. Wonderful poem.

irene said...

Interesting footnote! I too like "invisible abundance".

EKSwitaj said...

It's interesting how the poem starts with alternate lines rhyming (me/mellifluously/me) and then that pattern disappears about halfway through. It makes one wonder what else is being lost.

nan said...

Great meditation on measuring "the distance." I really liked this.

christopher said...

This is soulful work.

twitches said...

smelled the intersected air between us

LOVE that line!

Tumblewords: said...

Really enjoyed the imagery and questioning you've penned here. Nice, oh, nice!

LeiffyV said...

Very nice, sweet poem!

anthonynorth said...

Excellent last line, as always.

Gemma @ Greyscale said...

Loved the final two images of "invisible abundance" and "intersected air"...like a crescendo...an answer to just being in a close dream!

Sherri said...

"Smelled the intersected air"...lovely! The whole poem was beautiful.

Robin said...

Oh, lovely! I think this is one of my favorites of yours to date. Also love "intersected air" - brilliant. Perfect title.

Kodjo Deynoo. said...

A whole lot of love, Great work

Rallentanda said...

Lovely poem and like many others,impressed by the last two lines.Very nice!

The Write Girl said...

Beautiful poem. I can visualize the scene perfectly.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Hi Gautami,

Felt the love, the abundance.....

ρομπερτ said...

This can indeed be felt. Great thinking !

Please have a good Tuesday.

daily athens

Gyanban said...

Justice to the title indeed.
Very well woven.