Tuesday, 17 June 2014

PLACES

Small space always interests me a lot

The world is infinite to the small me

So I nurture a me-space in my heart

 

Where tree-dreams blossom to take their wings

Baobabs beside the Zambezi beckon

The world is infinite to the small me

 

Those dewy eyes will never let me run

Seeing me her frail frame flutters in joy

Baobabs beside the Zambezi beckon

 

The night long journey to her makes my day

Dreamy Africa slowly disappears

Seeing me her frail frame flutters in joy

 

Even longest day sheds its light I fear

Yellow blooms on my doorsteps catch my eye

Dreamy Africa slowly disappears

 

I behold the sinking tangerine ray

Small space always interests me a lot

Yellow blooms on my doorsteps catch my eye

So I nurture a me-space in my heart

 

Posted for   dVerse Poets Pub,

21 comments:

  1. oh, Africa looks lovely, and your poem brought some great scenery to life... especially liked,

    Baobabs beside the Zambezi beckon... Baobabs are amazing trees

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  2. smiles...sounds lovely...and i love small spaces too...i like to find the small places only the locals know...untouched by all the tourists....africa...i will meet her for the first time in october...smiles.

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  3. Africa with all the mysteries and unique happenings. Somehow it may be the playground of the famous and rich with lots of spare cash. Otherwise discoveries are just waiting for others to know better! Great write Sumana!

    Hank

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  4. A space like that sounds wonderful - I have never visited Africa but I think I would prefer places where nature is big and I can see more stars than people.

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  5. in the tinest atoms, the smallest of volumes, yet it consists of almost all empty space. Perhaps that's where love resides.

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  6. Ah Africa with all its mysteries beckon me to their world of unknown too. Beautiful.

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  7. I thought I'd already posted this comment, Sumana, but here it is again with apologies if you got it before...
    I like the sinking tangerine ray but love the Baobabs beckoning - lovely words about a wonderful place.

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  9. You've done something lovely (and difficult) with the form here--the dreamlike repetition--and given us beautiful visuals.

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  10. I dream of Africa, like I dream of Scotland; your poetic perspective, starting within, reducing the start of the journey to the level of atoms, or inner reserves, is very creative; nice job with the prompt.

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  11. nurturing that me-space is important - and i would love to go to africa one day... have some invitations to south africa - so maybe that trip is not too far away...smiles

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  12. Lovely! The repetition is very nice, and I love "tree-dreams"!

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  13. That "me-place" in my heart--that's what I was aiming for in mine. Wherever we are is the best. You nailed it!

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  14. loved the repetion in this piece. Africa would certainly be an interesting place to see!

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  15. When we carry that space we will never be lost, no matter how much we risk getting close to small things rather than take a distant view from the boundary of foreignness and familiarity. Beautifully measured piece.

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  16. I agree with Susan and the poem was lovely with the falling refrains - not quite a villanelle, but interesting. Liked it a lot!

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  17. into Africa where the heart can roam wild and free..favorite line
    Where tree-dreams blossom to take their wings..may dreams always blossom. Small places are nice too much can be learned..enjoyed your poem..

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  18. Yes, it is good to nurture a me-space in the heart. :-) It provides solace.

    Lovely writing here. :-)

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  19. Lovely set of closing ideas, and nice tangerine image!

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