he was reading out to me
what he uttered barely registered
his voice flowed mellifluously
that was my anchor against stillness-
a stillness which frightened me
I felt his chin touch my shoulder
I turned towards him
when I opened my eyes
I saw the invisible abundance,
smelled the intersected air between us
"feet by feet, why do we have to measure distance?
30 comments:
A lovely question that..one may have to spend a life time to get an answer and still feel empty.. Gautami, a delightful read this..
Your title is brilliant. Lovely dreamy poem.
Beautiful piece... I love it!
Gorgeous!
Great Footnote! Well done!
Again, you fill my head with images, soft and detailed, and then stop the drift with a wise and deeply thoughtful question. Gautami, you just keep pulling me in. Thank you,
Elizabeth
Gautami, a beautiful poem.
Pamela
ummn, a voice like an anchor, I know that feeling well and true. And it's a blessing abundant!
Beautiful!
xo
Lovely poem that makes me think.
Oooh, nice work :)
Yesterday, I heard someone say, "All we really have are the footnotes we leave behind." I think your are wonderful.
I like the line "anchor against stillness" very much - such an unusual juxtaposition.
Gautami, I love thinking about the invisible abundance. Wonderful poem.
Interesting footnote! I too like "invisible abundance".
It's interesting how the poem starts with alternate lines rhyming (me/mellifluously/me) and then that pattern disappears about halfway through. It makes one wonder what else is being lost.
Great meditation on measuring "the distance." I really liked this.
This is soulful work.
smelled the intersected air between us
LOVE that line!
Really enjoyed the imagery and questioning you've penned here. Nice, oh, nice!
Very nice, sweet poem!
Excellent last line, as always.
Loved the final two images of "invisible abundance" and "intersected air"...like a crescendo...an answer to just being in a close dream!
"Smelled the intersected air"...lovely! The whole poem was beautiful.
Oh, lovely! I think this is one of my favorites of yours to date. Also love "intersected air" - brilliant. Perfect title.
A whole lot of love, Great work
Lovely poem and like many others,impressed by the last two lines.Very nice!
Beautiful poem. I can visualize the scene perfectly.
Hi Gautami,
Felt the love, the abundance.....
This can indeed be felt. Great thinking !
Please have a good Tuesday.
daily athens
Justice to the title indeed.
Very well woven.
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