Tuesday, 8 July 2014
IMPOSSIBLE PLACE
My long tentacles of attachment
Do not let me go to the place
Where Words made of light
Vibrate giving clarion call
To follow them wholeheartedly
I shudder to let go of my desire
To make a feast with my senses
Of the world with all its
Color, music and form
That is both hard and soft
I cannot dream of my taste buds
Becoming snails on a dry and rough path
Yet those shining, smiling Words
Beckon to their dwelling place
Which is so high from this ground
And I know that craggy uphill path
Is not for me at all
Still they keep on sending signals
And whisper in my dream
To shed of some parts of me
Only to be with them which I cannot
Posted for Peggy’s prompt An Impossible Place
@ Poetry Jam
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A very nice take on the prompt. Our soul is a place that sometimes we ourselves are unable to decipher.
ReplyDeleteLove your concept of the place where words dwell--would love to be able to go there and live among them! Thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteI like the place you describe so beautifully, Sumana! I am sure many of us would enjoy dwelling in such a place, a paradise for word lovers.
ReplyDeleteha. the place where words dwell could be a wonderful place...i can def hear th longing in your words...and oh how they call too us...and we struggle ever toward them...smiles.
ReplyDeleteMay you always listen to their whispers & smiling words Sumana ~
ReplyDeleteSurely there is such a place ~
Follow those words that beckon, Sumana. You are, after all, a POET. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteI love that longing to live where the words dwell. Beautiful, Sumana!
ReplyDeleteMy tongue went dry reading this line: Becoming snails on a dry and rough path.
ReplyDeleteSuch a great image.
Words are our defence in many impossible situations and terrible places that we find ourselves in. Nice write, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteSigh . . . a place where words dwell. Lovely capture. I know where they dwell in my house - the chair where I curl up to write poetry. And there is, indeed, peace to be found there.
ReplyDeleteSuch a place where words dwell is inside you only. Loved the concept! :)
ReplyDeleteOh the tastebuds becoming snails really made me squirm.... Very well penned...
ReplyDeleteThat phrase - snails on a dry and rough path - really was a huge image packed with senses and feeling. And oh, those shining, smiling words! Thank you for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteLetting go of desires is very difficult! Good one sumana :)
ReplyDeleteThis had such a sense of melancholy that I was feeling those signals beckoning to me as well. Marvellous stuff Sumana.
ReplyDeleteBeckoning beckoning, the higher place of the undiscovered, so well told of
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Great poem! These words are such a wonderful image:
ReplyDeleteI cannot dream of my taste buds
Becoming snails on a dry and rough path
I could almost taste that! :-)
Beautifully put together the words just sing off the page and create an lovely picture.
ReplyDeleteoh just beautiful sumana..no more comments..smiles..it will be only words..:))
ReplyDeleteA beautiful song of a writer's love of the written word...this is lovely Sumana. :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is a delightful write, Sumana! I have really enjoyed it. Besides I love the place you describe and also hope to reach it someday.
ReplyDeleteInteresting take on the prompt, Sumana! I really enjoyed reading it. :)
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