Monday, May 21, 2012

writing on a blank wall

stillness chills the grief
but cannot bend the marrow
flowers will still bloom
when you stare out of your window
the massive crocusses sway
akin to the hips of a buxom dancer in a bar
a flower child of bygone era 
now rotting in secret of her mind clatter
when did the colors fade
when did you invade
perhaps, I made a mistake,
perhaps I have forgotten
another day, another place
might set an even pace

I will find my empty hand,
 filled with jagged time, 
(an impossibility you say;
no, not for me, not for me) 

24 comments:

Mama Zen said...

Those first two lines are exquisite!

brenda w said...

I like the first two lines, as well. I also love the last stanza. Well done.

Jinksy said...

Jagged time bites us all...

S.E.Ingraham said...

This is lovely - and as the others have said, the first two lines are brilliant ... also the last stanza but really, the whole thing is very nice ...

http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/05/no-one-would-think.html

gsb said...

I enjoyed the whole poem but especially the last lines...an "empty hand filled with jagged time"..there are a lot of people inflicted with that disease...

Wayne Pitchko said...

I agree about the last line....but it is all good and thanks for sharing your words

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

your writings are also well written and from the heart. Thanks

awalkinmyheart said...

Love the last stanza.

Hannah said...

I like the empty hand jagged time...this is a great work!! :)

Jack said...

Gauthami,

Read 2 poems now. Tears do clear out one's mind to see things more clearly without shades of grey. This one shows confidence to achieve what one wants inspite of doubts by others.

Take care

Rinkly Rimes said...

The 'empty hand' and the 'jagged time' in it paint a moving picture.

christopher said...

I agree, the first two lines and the jagged time image rise above the rest of the poem.

barbara said...

I think this is my favorite of this Whirl. Top to bottom beautiful

Sue said...

stillness chills the grief
but cannot bend the marrow

equals

word majesty.

=)

keiths ramblings said...

Simply brilliant, especially the last few lines.

Nara Malone said...

Lovely write.

"the massive crocusses sway
akin to the hips of a buxom dancer in a bar
a flower child of bygone era
now rotting in secret of her mind clatter" These lines blew me away.

Myrna R. said...

This is beautifully filled with melancholy thoughts of passing time. Your imagery is wonderful.

Tess Kincaid said...

I like the notion of massive crocuses...considering they are so small...nice...

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Great work.

Anna :o]

Siggi in Downeast Maine said...

This is my first visit to your site...am so happy you visited mine...thank you...
This is lovely...like others, I am drawn to the first two lines and the last stanza...but the entire poem is wonderful.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine

Fred Rutherford said...

Excellent write. Love the adjectives, very cool. Great read. Thanks

Victoria said...

I enjoy the images and how you weave color into the unfolding of the poem. Just beautiful.

Hannah Denski said...

rhyming away you are - beautifully! :)

manicddaily said...

Jagged time === a beautiful phrase and lovely poem. k.