Sunday, March 03, 2013

clinging to me

photo by TheFoxAndTheRaven 
I wish I was writing on sand
my blue dress clings to my body
I want wings to fly away
but the dust holds me to blessed coolness
you unbalanced my moorings 
that instant was lost in a moment
I was taken for a ride
but no more gasps
the wind may yet slap against me
snare of my cascading hair will beckon 
I will again look out for unlimited eternity

"who deserves what, can anyone predict?"

28 comments:

Stan Ski said...

I know you deserve a round of applause for this...

alan1704 said...

the wind may yet slap against me - Excellent poem and this sums it up. Well done

Kathe W. said...

well done...wonderful words for this image

Kathe W. said...

whoops- did not see your instructions- here's my url:

http://katheworsley.blogspot.com/2013/03/magpie-158-early-morning.html

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I especially love the looking out for an "unlimited eternity".

Berowne said...

To have your moorings unbalanced; we've all been there...

Theresa Milstein said...

I'm enamored with that last question.

oldegg said...

Those moments are hard to repeat...let alone an eternity of such bliss.

Tess Kincaid said...

Bittersweet and beautiful...

Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) said...

agree with Stan and am pulling out a chair to stand on a give you a round of high applause. :) I will keep that blue dress clinging image for a long time... Hmm just occurred to me that today we both wrote of blue dresses in very different contexts - ah sweet synchronicity. Enjoyed this write very much :)

(please if you can bear to do so .. get rid of the capture code - they are such a pain!)...

ninotaziz said...

Decisions must be made. Thanks for sharing, Gautami.

Veronica Roth said...

Nicely whirled Gautami. Do you write on sand sometimes? I love to.

Bodhirose said...

I like how this one ended with the view for unlimited eternity...yes, no matter what, we have that. Your write seems to echo mine...another soul who was unbalanced by circumstances.


http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2013/03/03/tonight/

Shalini Samuel said...

No human can predict
good or bad that is yet to come
sometimes his dreams and illusions
paint truth but still what is truth?
Who knows it?

Wayne Pitchko said...

well done Gautami....thanks for sharing

Karen S. said...

Nicely done, oh yes, and she so deserves, oh yes she does!

Old Ollie said...

i really like the tone of this piece - well crafted

Nimue said...

beautiful image ..
wish the lady gets a lovely pair of wings soon .:)

Lyn said...

Perfectly wonderful spiritual ending..just lovely!

typewriterpoet said...

the last line is brilliant and then as well not just who can predict but who decides....

Christine Gail said...

You have a natural talent that impresses me. I am always moved by your words.

Bone said...

Wow. I'm nearly speechless. I truly think this is one of your best, Gautami!

Lady In Read said...

your words flow in this piece..
you unbalanced my moorings
:) truly..

Ramesh Sood said...

I am here after many days..you remain among my favourite poets..amazing compositions..thanks Gautami..for the magic..

RS

Celestial Dreamz said...

this is beautiful ...

Kutamun said...

I like the fatefulness in this, Gautami

Sue said...

I liked the line with unbalanced moorings.

=)

Carrie Burtt said...

unlimited eternity....yes...this is beautiful Gautami!!