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.
Friday, April 03, 2009
chaotic
heart lodged in my throat I try to spit it out- it refuses to go either way
dried-up thoughts crackle loudly within my head- fully charging it up
lost my grip on the things I handled too well- will summer breeze bring it all back?
19 comments:
sure it will..
very nice
you won't have to wait long to see...
loosing grips - ah all the time! It'll be summer soon!
Interesting way of putting it!
Gautami, I like this. I can feel the "dried-up thoughts crackle loudly within my head."
Oh! Love those first lines - what an emotion it gives.
nice words as usual and I agree...great first lines
I especially love that first stanza! Startling imagery.
"will summer breeze
bring it all back?"
I think so.
That's what I'm waiting for. :)
Hope summer breeze will lighten things as it sweep by.
Our chaotic thoughts, how well you put it, love this ma petite :)
Lovely, Gautami. :D
I like the sound of "crackle loudly within my head". I'm joining napowrimo, am a bit nervous!
I love this!
"heart lodged in my throat
I try to spit it out-
it refuses to go either way"
nicely said..
This is good. Wish I could write like you.
What a fine poem!
I like it Gautami
I like the edginess quietly lurking within the simplicity :-)
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