maybe they do, the ennui of
"before I die" compels that need
propelling to fall in that white light
I want the storms to strike me
as to be numb in my lonely coat
in my head I paint pictures of distant hills
before I walk back on the sidewalks
"In that glass box, why have you kept me displayed?"
25 comments:
I love your words - I see them!!!
A work of art. Brilliant words.
Anna :o]
Oh yeah! Very well worked.
beautiful.
keep it up.
come to poetry potluck tonight.
The last line literally gave me chills. Wasn't expecting that -- the ending or the chills :)
Excellent words as always.
Gautami, you certainly know how to keep us on our toes.
I was totally taken aback with that ending!
Very nicely done!
Lovely words...a beautiful read.
A thinker. Keep it up.~Ames
You have such a magical way with words. I love your poetry.
xoRobyn
Oooh Guatami, you place words together wonderfully!
We all experience and understand love in different ways. This was sad.
What shattering sadness to read that afterword which altered completely the reader understood the poem. A riveting piece.
Love can be ugly and odd and careless. Too hard to let go of sometimes and pitiful.
You have a lovely placement of words.
so true...!!
This is a lovely poem.. good work..as usual.. lesser just can't be expected from your your pen..
Your images are so concrete and real. I love this.
Namaste..........cj
Your poems always keep me thinking. Lovely.
Very much liked - brilliant!
Lovely verse.
Great write!
"I want the storms to strike me
as to be numb in my lonely coat"
Love these two lines! And the whole poem, too!
That last line was amazing. Absolutely rivetting.
I love the imagery you cast with the spell of your words.
Just lovely.
One of your best, I think.
=)
Stunningly beautiful tapestry you have weaved with the question at the end, smacked me cold...Bravo !!!
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