Sunday, July 24, 2011

loads

corner inspects my departure,
shift in an aperture
my shadow wraps a scarf
I shiver in the cold
I watch a boy pick a nickle
Only then I start counting galaxies

16 comments:

moondustwriter said...

the things you see through the camera of life - beautiful

Brian Miller said...

infinite possibilities in infinite realities...or maybe galaxies...smiles.

Monkey Man said...

So many times we are too busy to really see through the lens. Thanks for being a part of the Sunday 160.

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

cute, one can never under estimate one's potentials.
cheers.

Cheryl said...

The lens often narrows the focus and the intensity brings brilliance.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful :)

Marbles in My Pocket said...

I like this. A srprise at the end, when the boy picks the nickle. Nicely done.

Marbles in My Pocket said...

I like this. A srprise at the end, when the boy picks the nickle. Nicely done.

MorningAJ said...

Maybe everyone should count galaxies more often. But we also need to see the details.

Alice Audrey said...

You took me far out there with this one.

Cynthia said...

ahhh...life in six sentences-
brava!

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

Wow. The last line is very poignant.
You're such a talent!
xoRobyn

Daydreamertoo said...

Lovely!

Shauna said...

reminds me of a rubic's cube...
and I guess that is what life is
sometimes.

Olivia said...

Interesting take!

hugs xox

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

Hello Gautami:

I'm just now getting around to reading people's poems for last week, since I've been ill and offline the last few days.

I like how you contrast the immediate scene in the middle three lines (the feel of the cold, the boy picking a nickel) with the last, "only then I start counting galaxies". It's almost the effect of a camera panning out, from the little scene before us to the larger.

I know what you mean by being in writing limbo -- I've been experiencing that on and off due to job responsibilities, personal issues, and illness taking away my time. May the muse visit you soon with a blessing of inspiration and direction.

-Nicole