Tuesday, February 15, 2011

thousand odd words
















bloodied rays make it a red dawn
a lone hawk circles the fields
scoops low to catch that mole
in the coolness of the dawning day
I huddle near the window
a pen in my hand.
my journal has fallen on the ground
yet I am writing
my mind sees images 
and writes on the walls of thoughts

in that poetry book of mine
the blank pages speak thousand odd words
and create imaginary dragons

28 comments:

120 Socks said...

loved the line, 'writes on walls of thought', great take on the prompt.

chiccoreal said...

Loved this line too, Gautaumi

my mind sees images
and writes on the walls of thoughts

What beauty!

Old Altonian said...

Your whole poem is good, but that one line 'writes on the walls of thoughts' has captured everyone's attention. Great words!

Elaine said...
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Elaine said...

Ditto on "the line." It's outstanding!

Jinksy said...

the blank pages speak a thousand odd words and create imaginary dragons

Don't they just?! :)

jaerose said...

'scoops low to catch that mole'..like the sound of the bird scooping its wings..terrific! Always writing..always imagining..Jae

Ramesh Sood said...

I enjoyed it Gautami..well written..

Brian Miller said...

nice flow...scribbling on the walls of thought...yeah i get that...

Tumblewords: said...

writes on walls of thought - fine line, to be sure. An engimatic and magical piece.

Lyn said...

I agree with others..writing on walls of thought..such is poetry...lovely and pure..

Gyanban said...

Very nicely done.

Chrissy said...

so much to say...yet the pages remain blank...love how "the blank pages speak thousand odd words" telling cryptic stories of how we are carried off into daydreams and mindless imaginations by the shadows and activity right outside our window. Terrific!

Strummed Words said...

I like your imagination.

MichaelO said...

Your dragons are fast and furious. Always a pleasure to share your poetry.

Tess Kincaid said...

I keep a journal for nighttime scribblings in the dark. Sometimes, in the daylight, I can't read them. Beautiful poem.

Jingle said...

love the imagery of thousand odds words in blank pages...

wow, superb tale.

Kavita said...

We never know what can stir our imagination! I so wish we had a mental diary where we could jot it all down (just in case a pen ain't around..)
Sigh... I hear ya, Gautami...
Good one!

nan said...

I see I am one of the thousand readers who agrees that you have turned a fine phrase:
my mind sees images
and writes on the walls of thoughts

Great poem!

flaubert said...

"writes on the walls of thoughts"
I love that image, Gautami.

Pamela

LKHarris-Kolp said...

Beautiful imagery! Love the bloody sun...

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Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Excellent! Wonderful images!
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Jeanne Aguilar said...

Love the poem, and the title, I adore!

vivinfrance said...

This one has to be a keeper, Gautami. It is resonant with emotion.

Martin H. said...

You have allowed the words to form around the image, to capture something special.

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barbara said...

Now THAT is the way to combine prompts! All I could see in the salt shaker was salt: you give me dragons.

Cathy said...

Excellent@

Donna Vorreyer said...

Also love the writing on walls of thought line - any writer can relate to that so well.