Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Monday, January 21, 2008
fluted----Writers Island
fluted patterns on the minaret took him to another era
what was the king thinking when he had it built
why construct a tall tower
arches over alcoves, tapering towards the sky-
it had what purpose, he could not deduce
neck turned up, eyes so wide, rubbing his back, he looked over.
iron pillar, a garden fit for angels, places of worship
his vision encompassed all. he stiffled a yawn
stealthy gazed at his watch, time well past his lunch.
work was waiting, his mind desired playing hooky
hunger pangs hit him, deciding his next move
he hurried to the nearest food joint-
"fork in the road, at crossroads"
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free verse,
Writers Island
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Love the entrance to this, those opening lines.
Sometimes the purpose only becomes clear with time...
Lovely use of words. Grerat little poem
it begins in such a place of ornate beauty and ends eating fast food... i feel like saying,,, only in america,,, but that wouldn't quite fit would it???
Very present day. Can't stop and admire the roses, lunchtime calls. :) I liked the twist at the end, it lifted the poem to another realm.
oh Gautami, this is lovely. I am amazed at the way your mind works.
this starts with such promise enticing the reader on for more.
you have an interesting take on most things and this is no different.
A wry smile twisted my lips at the end. All the grand thinking and then the tummy growls and fast food it is. Talk about dry humor! Masterful!
Lovely description of the monument.
Grandiose daydreams of work avoidance, supplanted by the more immediate need to satisfy physical hunger. Your poems are priceless.
Hindsight will not remember the fast food! Nifty poem and a wise twist!
Beautiful words how man is pondering about works of art and than his instincts call him back to the basics. Great piece of writing
Love the comparison of old architecture and modern fast food in your piece - well done!
hey this was too good...
starting off in the air and getting called back to earth bu hunger pangs...
that's a fork in the road indeed!
I really liked this Gautami... lyrical and flowing.
"arches over alcoves, tapering towards the sky" This line was a treat to speak and to hear.
I agree with what everyone else has said, I love the mix of the old and the new in this. Great piece!
hello from michele.
yes, sometimes things awe us so much that the only response is to go and eat something!
Almost melodic in flow! Enjoyable!
"fluted patterns on the minaret.."
what a beautiful descriptive introduction...good poem.
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