Tuesday, April 19, 2011

when earth moves

Photo Credit: James Rainsford
I will do my laundry when
blue light fully fades into green
a goldfinch comes to sit on windowsill
the slippery moss can't ruin my mood
I like the sunlight on the prison wall
it is trapped for a while
can only escape when the earth moves, 
repeated each day, in that tiny cell

"virtual can be caught in a real situation,
escape too is not that easy"

19 comments:

Ann Grenier said...

I like the feel and flow of your words Gautami. I want to think you aren't anxious to do laundry as you state a color ultimatum? Good but stifling image of life in a cell.

Brian Miller said...

perhaps seeing the freedom of the light give a little hope to the one locked in...

imnotaverse said...

Best excuse to put off doing laundry that I ever heard :)

joanny said...

Prison is a state of mind and or mood, we can feel trapped in the most ordinary routines that stifle our freedom , love the light and green moss and love the little birdie who can come and go as it pleases and pass easily through the bars. - a nice metaphors -
j:))

Lyn said...

This is so profound..waiting to be in the light..each day..

Ami Mattison said...

This is lovely! I especially like the opening, but trapped sunlight is particularly evocative. Nice write!

vivinfrance said...

Lovely. I particularly love the goldfinch; and the photo sets the scene so well.

Jinksy said...

I'd get claustrophobic..

honeyhaiku said...

Image and words, paired perfectly. It is quite profound.

Jannie Funster said...

I did my dishes today!! Even the pots an pans.

Laundry? A never-ending trauma. :)

xoxo

WarmSunshine said...

Clever one Gautami. Thanks for taking part in last week's Friends Meetup Party. It's Thursday and we are back. Hope to see you around :)

earlybird said...

This is lovely. I particularly like 'blue light fully fades into green
a goldfinch comes to sit on windowsill'

my secret innuendo said...

wow your words flow in such a beautiful way. i'm glad i visited

fiveloaf said...

nice one gautami.. my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/13/a-chinese-love-story/

Raksha Bhat said...

Moss CANNOT ruin a mood...loved the idea:)

Jingle said...

incredible.

thanks for the lovely treat!
A++

pandamoniumcat said...

Our prisons are varied and any source of light is to be rejoiced. Interesting poem!

Butterflies of time said...

You are truely gifted to see beyond the obvious.The lines make me yearn to be in the prison for a while and enjoy the companionship of the trapped sunshine .

thingy said...

Great, great words.