I pulled the blinds
sunlight percolated
into my domain
filigreed walls
swayed delicately
I felt your pull
drawing me into you
your heartbeat
hurtled into mine
in a staccato
ghosts of the past night
ran away so fast
that I couldn't imagine
they had been there
lying absurdly between us
"now only you, I and
swaying filigreed walls"
41 comments:
wonderful. Have a great day.
Thank you for the comment on my blog. I suppose ought to write a poem about my birth mother's meeting, just to work it through! But you are right, it is the emotions and the bonds that count.
I like the flow in this.......
Ahh, very delicate, my friend.
So much tenderness and love in this reflection. Some ghosts are comforting.
I love the notion of sunlight percolating into the room on an early morning.
Wow!!!Love this one.
This reads beautifully.
That's lovely. Filigreed walls is such a compelling exotic image to me.
Ripe with passion and yet delicately sensitive! Beautiful!
it's far to human:
indistinct whorls of being;
red shorts blue top shine
beautiful...as usual.
"swaying filigreed walls" - a beautiful image!
Delicate, sensual images in this piece - written with such clarity. I truly enjoyed it.
Purely delightful.
very sweet read :)
loved the flow
Happy SS
Into The Absurd
This is beautiful!
have a great day :)
t
I can see it...beautiful.
b
You really have a lovely way of weaving words together, bravo :)
oh so lovely.
I so enjoy seeing how things can shift.
That was Wow...
esp liked the lines.....
I felt your pull
drawing me into you
your heartbeat
hurtled into mine
in a staccato
(makes me shy)
So many wonderful lines in this. Thanks.
Parasite
Beautiful and enigmatic, and perfectly balanced.
Gautami, with a little more time I do believe I could fit Catherine the Great of Russian into the folds of your poem.
Your work here certainly draws me in and right away I thought of her, even of her sordid 'love life.'
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You're on with "assimilated" next week!
Ain't it the truth--dang ghosts won't stay around to play or fight in the daylight.
Tight and dry!
Thanks--
Beautiful poem. I have been looking for some wooden roll-up shades for my fron porch & they remind me of the filigried walls that you speak of.
xoxo,
JP/deb
Lovely rhythm. Reminds me on one I wrote.
This is a beautifully written piece. Thanks for sharing. :)
Excellent-and very romantic!
your heartbeat
hurtled into mine
in a staccato
I can almost feel the pounding!
Stealing Time #5
very beautiful. love the entire concept. good job!
kind of romantic in the beginning, but kind of sorrowful at the end, a relationship not yet fruitful, perhaps?
Nice piece, filled with so many pleasant images.
Filigreed walls - a beautiful image and words to match.
Rippling walls that let the light in. How lovely.
how interesting! not sure what I would do with the word "wall"
Tami, this wonderful A clever
use of the prompt I really like your images and the way your wolds flow. This almost seem like a dream scape, where all that is lovely yet sad vanishes in the morning light. Where all that is warm and good awaits you.
I just loved this.
love, Melanie-bd
beautiful, romantically passionate.
dumb not to understand the context. :(
But the first para, of sunlight entering and gushing, the swaying effect is wonderful.
"Ghosts... ran away so fast"...couldn't imagine...lying absurdly between us.
Very compelling piece.
Kat
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