Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Wings of Tale---Shakespearean Sonnet--3WW

Endless, Ought, Shadow

Wings of Tale

How can ever I know what all you say is true,
turning the corner you saw a wizard’s face?
This kind of talk from you not at all new,
you are prone to see weird things at any place.

Some times, I feel your imaginings are so free,
with your perception, the world ought to change-
fairy tales seem so true, present becomes history;
pictures from playing cards come alive. Strange

shadows seem so normal. None of those decree
work any more around you. Who is going to dwell
about the way you are? My thoughts are let it be,
go ahead make it known what you observe. Tell

it all in vivid details. Let the wings of tales grow,
merging into reality- turning into an endless show!


And do feel free to read and comment on my review on "The Places in Between" by Rory Stewart.


ozymandiaz said...

if reality is an amalgamation of perception than we must have all the pieces, no?

Anonymous said...

Definitely get the impression of a puppet show, magic illusions. What is real?



Borut said...

Truth-moving pictures, yes!?:) Words of power, your words have power...

Rax said...

lovely sonnet. love the insight on those shadow plays. beautiful ending :)

Joan said...

Beautiful use of language.

Shelby said...

beautiful :)

gautami tripathy said...

ozymandiaz: THat we can't have, now can we?

rose: Who knows whats real?

borut, rax, joan, shelby: Thanks!

teachergirl said...

Glad you came by; thanks for posting. Your pictures are amazing. Keep stopping by: I'll try to post more often now that I'm used to the summer school schedule.

Gay Walker said...

I love your choice of words... the images that convey how if we dwell in fantasy long enough, it can mix with the real world and become difficult to separate. Particularly poignant when you're around older adults, who sometimes have trouble separating their real histories from what they wish had happened--my father a case in point.


polona said...

wonderful things come out where reality and imagination meet...


Gay said...

Oops... I just realized I posted under my other blog name. You won't find Norbert and Smedley there. Sorry. --Gay

TC said...

Strange shadows seem so normal.

I really like this line. It's always amazing what is "normal" to/about one person.

Clay Lowe said...

I like the surreal imagery of your poem. I feel like I'm wandering through a demented dream

Bone said...

It's always interesting the direction the words take people.

This is my favorite line: pictures from playing cards come alive. Strange

Steve said...


Anonymous said...

Im not even sure what to comment always...great job! Always a pleasure to read!

Keshi said...

true...very true!

btw Gautami when is ur bday?


gautami tripathy said...

Thanks friends. I think writing about shadows is my forte.


Annelisa said...

Hi, I'm looking for your peace post or globe? could you let me know where it is? Thanks

Peace to you and yours
now and always

Dona Nobis Pacem
at Words that Flow

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

This felt right to me, especially the ending, "Let the wings of tales grow,
merging into reality- turning into an endless show!"