Friday, May 13, 2011

when did I forget?

how about I quit everything
go in a tangential path

where sky has a velvet feel
earth shakes out all my fears

in the crescent of your eyes
I find a path in tiny crinkles

my oldest pair of jeans can still walk
I forget tatters all over again

"a quiet observation, reflects so much"

13 comments:

margoroby said...

I like it, Gautami! It's lovely, particularly the second and third stanza lines and the motif of movement and pathways all the way through.

flaubert said...

"I find a path in tiny crinkles", I love that part, Gautami.

Pamela

Lolamouse said...

I love the lines "in the crescent of your eyes I find a path in tiny crinkles." It's so sweet. I agree with you about Blogger. I lost a bunch of stuff also. Very frustrating.

Elizabeth said...

Love every line here, Gautami. This is a little jewel. Sorry about the blogger woes, there's always space at wordpress (hint,hint).

Elizabeth

Kim Nelson said...

you make the idea of moving in a completely different direction enticing.

http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/05/09/courage-in-my-cup/

Henry Clemmons said...

I lost blogger stuff to. BUT i am glad I read this. I'm glad the pants still fit, whether figuratively (SP?) or not.
Great job.

vivinfrance said...

I'm sorry you lost your cento poem. Wot no back-up? Perhaps it will reappear. But I wouldn't want to have missed this one - Kim has found the right word for it: ENTICING.

Ramesh Sood said...

I enjoyed it....

sandra said...

in the crescent of your eyes...beautiful!

Bone said...

in the crescent of your eyes
I find a path in tiny crinkles


I enjoyed it all, but especially loved those lines.

The Write Girl said...

I like the imagery and flow in this poem. Clever and beautiful.

gabrielle said...

I bet if I stood my old pair of bell bottoms up, they would take me away...

Kathiesbirds said...

Your poem makes me remember my old bell bottoms and walking in the night when I was young. I like the line about "in the crescent of your eyes/I find a path in tiny crinkles." Intimate and lovely, this poem is elusive and beautiful.