Friday, May 13, 2011

when did I forget?

how about I quit everything
go in a tangential path

where sky has a velvet feel
earth shakes out all my fears

in the crescent of your eyes
I find a path in tiny crinkles

my oldest pair of jeans can still walk
I forget tatters all over again

"a quiet observation, reflects so much"

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

I like it, Gautami! It's lovely, particularly the second and third stanza lines and the motif of movement and pathways all the way through.

flaubert said...

"I find a path in tiny crinkles", I love that part, Gautami.

Pamela

Lolamouse said...

I love the lines "in the crescent of your eyes I find a path in tiny crinkles." It's so sweet. I agree with you about Blogger. I lost a bunch of stuff also. Very frustrating.

Elizabeth said...

Love every line here, Gautami. This is a little jewel. Sorry about the blogger woes, there's always space at wordpress (hint,hint).

Elizabeth

Unknown said...

you make the idea of moving in a completely different direction enticing.

http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/05/09/courage-in-my-cup/

Henry Clemmons said...

I lost blogger stuff to. BUT i am glad I read this. I'm glad the pants still fit, whether figuratively (SP?) or not.
Great job.

vivinfrance said...

I'm sorry you lost your cento poem. Wot no back-up? Perhaps it will reappear. But I wouldn't want to have missed this one - Kim has found the right word for it: ENTICING.

Ramesh Sood said...

I enjoyed it....

Anonymous said...

in the crescent of your eyes...beautiful!

Bone said...

in the crescent of your eyes
I find a path in tiny crinkles


I enjoyed it all, but especially loved those lines.

The Write Girl said...

I like the imagery and flow in this poem. Clever and beautiful.

gabrielle said...

I bet if I stood my old pair of bell bottoms up, they would take me away...

Kathie Brown said...

Your poem makes me remember my old bell bottoms and walking in the night when I was young. I like the line about "in the crescent of your eyes/I find a path in tiny crinkles." Intimate and lovely, this poem is elusive and beautiful.