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| River, Marina Moevs, 2005 |
the dust under my feet speaks to me
a tale of mirrored magic
hidden in the mystical fog
pebbles pave the way
branches kiss the sky
bending to the will of the earth
I pick the dust caress it carefully
smiling at its tale
I box it under a tree
the leaves hide me from the magic
in the opaque angles of light
I raise my head
feel an auspicious sign
look up to the sky
see it lined with gold
"I search for solid mass, but find vacuumed dreams"
23 comments:
Vacuumed dreams... never ever read this phrase before.. love it.. thanks Gautami..another masterpiece from your creative imagination..
how the fog creates an atmosphere of dreams and wonder, nice Magpie
I especially like the last verse-dreamy poem.
What a beautiful piece, Gautami. : )
love the mist and the mood.
fantastic walk.
happy 2012.
I'm partial to the magic......
Lovely!
:)
"A tale of mirrored magic" indeed...
i love every line...
JJRod'z
I know of the "vacuumed dreams"
I really enjoyed the journey of this piece
The poem seems so uplifting ... vacuumed dreams is a wonderful phrase, but it seem so contradictory to the rest of the poem. Or was that your intent?
Wow..thats so simple and beautifully written!
Beautiful composition:)
nice...that last line is a great juxtaposition to the beauty of the ones prior...i like...smiles.
Really well constructed poem. THank you for sharing.
I love that last stanza!
a dreamy poem Gautami....nicely done...thanks
It is a dreamy poem, as Wayne said, Gautami.
Happy 2012!
Pamela
This is so beautiful Gautami!! Every line a jewel of it's own!
:-)
I love the last stanza, a lovely piece!
bending to the will of the earth
I pick the dust caress it carefully
Beautiful!
"I search for solid mass, but find vacuumed dreams"
interesting!
This is a beautiful poem. You've made this such a gentle poem.
Nice! I felt like I was there in the moment with you! :)
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