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.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
tentacles
tentacles of roots permeate the soil floating within the earth embrace secrets manifold like the limbs of octopus holding onto its prey
I escape resolutely from my tentacles of shackles bury those in a deep hole and I float far away
Not an iota of doubt ever about the depth of your writings..it's always intense.. Gautami, well done! Do visit to see if I am able to float in this world of thoughts..
18 comments:
I really love this!
Nice--interesting contrast between tentacles of roots and those of shackles
Not an iota of doubt ever about the depth of your writings..it's always intense.. Gautami, well done! Do visit to see if I am able to float in this world of thoughts..
Beautiful descriptive contrasts of tentacles with freedom attached and tentacles that need unshackling before freedom can be attained.
I like the relationships in this, too.
Gautami,
It is a very heady feeling to break away from unwanted shackles of society or norms. Well said.
Take care
Breaking free is a wonderful feeling. Well done!
I could feel the constriction of the shackles in your words...wonderful!
A fascinating idea, that roots, which we typically think of being bound, are floating.
Ah, freedom to float! Wonderful!
Gautami, you took me into my garden with your roots..never thought of them as an "octopus," but that's perfect.
Love anything "earthy" and tentacles of roots is such a great description to envision.
- Dina
Chasing freedom.
Brushing off encumbements
Breathing in release.
Ahhhhh.
I love the comparision of tentacles to roots. Quite imaginative. It works. Well done!
"I escape resolutely...."
Keep up with resolution. It needs to be renewed very often. Again & again.
Keep floating.
Beautiful poem.
Very nicely written and I loved the idea of floating away- lovely!
Loved this, the first stanza, the second stanza, the transition, everything.
Two contrasting thoughts that come together in your poem. The thought of breaking from entanglement can be an enlightening feeling.
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