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"
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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.
"I find a path in tiny crinkles", I love that part, Gautami.
Pamela
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.
Love every line here, Gautami. This is a little jewel. Sorry about the blogger woes, there's always space at wordpress (hint,hint).
Elizabeth
you make the idea of moving in a completely different direction enticing.
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/05/09/courage-in-my-cup/
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.
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.
I enjoyed it....
in the crescent of your eyes...beautiful!
in the crescent of your eyes
I find a path in tiny crinkles
I enjoyed it all, but especially loved those lines.
I like the imagery and flow in this poem. Clever and beautiful.
I bet if I stood my old pair of bell bottoms up, they would take me away...
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.
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