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.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
plastering
writing dead man's poetry I think of the alive too when spirits dance-
ghosts bridge it I see those shadows so Santa, help me plaster myself on a wall forever
I like the idea of your being a fresco. I could fancy being one myself, come to think of it - a lifetime of studying other peoples' faces, as they came to see the mural!
Your support has been a delight to us, at this time of the year, We wish you all the best ! Hope to see you at our Sunday Poetry Potluck tonight, let me know if you have questions. old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome.. Week 15 theme: reflections, interpretations, and musings.
I believe shadows see things in a very different light... This poem opened a plethora of thoughts in my mind.. the most beautiful I have ever read by you (IMHO)!
17 comments:
I like the idea of your being a fresco. I could fancy being one myself, come to think of it - a lifetime of studying other peoples' faces, as they came to see the mural!
Good one this..Gautami..
Nice work... :)
Well I think I'd like the idea if I could be 3 dimensional persiodically
flat has its limitations
Nice micro Fiction
Best to you
What an interesting perspective being preserved forever young...frozen in one moment in time,, love your thoughts...
cheers,'
joanny
Nice Gautami
Oooo. Deep thoughts for a Sunday 160. Thanks for playing along.
love your word choice,
stunning imagery.
Here is the end of the year awards 4 you, enjoy!
End of The Year Awards 4 Friends of Jingle or Jingle Poetry Community
Your support has been a delight to us, at this time of the year, We wish you all the best !
Hope to see you at our Sunday Poetry Potluck tonight, let me know if you have questions. old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome..
Week 15 theme: reflections, interpretations, and musings.
hmm...i dont need to be here forever that bad...a couple more years might not be bad...smiles.
I believe shadows see things in a very different light...
This poem opened a plethora of thoughts in my mind.. the most beautiful I have ever read by you (IMHO)!
Have a great time Gautami and Good Wishes for a bright New Year!!
Excellent as ever!
Amazing power in that word "plaster"! A dramatic piece!
Love this piece!
Very nice poem! Happy holidays!
nice poem..
dear santa
--Someone is Special--
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