Sunday, July 15, 2012

between the parallel lines

artwork by Jack Vettriano
the netted curtain veils her
the way she looks at that far away window
nothing is visible
yet she can see in her mind's eye
a room filled with all her longings
a limitless imagination holds her in her time of need
a loyal friend who never lets her down

in the other corner of that room
he sits watching her stillness
his impatience is deeply hidden.
in her silhouette
he finds his solace
a feat almost impossible to achieve

that falling lock of hair
snakes into both.
hits at one-
while the other seems complacent 

19 comments:

christopher said...

Oh my. Yes.

Daydreamertoo said...

A room filled with all of her longings... how lovely and yet, how sad.
Great write.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is rather amazing, because of what is unsaid, and underlying what is said. Really a thought-provoking glimpse into their lives.

Kay said...

loved this piece...wonderful wordds indeed..x

Granny Smith said...

That room filled with longings seems to be the only thing that is limitless in this sad poem. Great writing!

oldegg said...

What utmost sadness is encapsulated in the beautiful piece of writing. How well you have pulled us in to witness their lives,

Tess Kincaid said...

Love the relational contrasts here...nice...

Gemma Wiseman said...

Love the final whispering, inner thought focus on her hair tendrils and what they symbolise! Lovely poem!

Linda said...

I love the hidden images and thoughts that only seem to be glimpsed from the shadows of your poem, Gautami. Thank you for sharing this expressive poem.

Andy David said...

Dear friend,
You have certainly showed your talent with this post. Thanks for sharing.

joanne said...

Dreamlike and lovely....they make a rather sad pair...

totomai said...

very soulful. that room must be really something to her

Little Nell said...

A room filled with longings is so poignant.

Sue said...

This is really nice, and I like seeing the view from both sides.

=)

Bone said...

Wow. That first stanza especially, you captured the photo so well.

Tumblewords: said...

Bittersweet poem, wonderfully written.

Helen said...

Thank you for coming to visit me ..

'nothing is visible yet she can see in her mind's eye' ~~ this line is perfection and my favorite.

Karen S. said...

a visionary piece, excellent flow.

kolembo said...

Good stuff, it's only when I realise that a man is watching her, that I notice her hair!