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

23 comments:

  1. A very nice take on the prompt. Our soul is a place that sometimes we ourselves are unable to decipher.

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  2. Love your concept of the place where words dwell--would love to be able to go there and live among them! Thanks for posting.

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  3. I 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.

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  4. ha. 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.

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  5. May you always listen to their whispers & smiling words Sumana ~

    Surely there is such a place ~

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  6. Follow those words that beckon, Sumana. You are, after all, a POET. Smiles.

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  7. I love that longing to live where the words dwell. Beautiful, Sumana!

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  8. My tongue went dry reading this line: Becoming snails on a dry and rough path.

    Such a great image.

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  9. Words are our defence in many impossible situations and terrible places that we find ourselves in. Nice write, Sumana.

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  10. Sigh . . . 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.

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  11. Such a place where words dwell is inside you only. Loved the concept! :)

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  12. Oh the tastebuds becoming snails really made me squirm.... Very well penned...

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  13. That 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!

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  14. Letting go of desires is very difficult! Good one sumana :)

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  15. This had such a sense of melancholy that I was feeling those signals beckoning to me as well. Marvellous stuff Sumana.

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  16. Beckoning beckoning, the higher place of the undiscovered, so well told of

    Much love...

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  17. Great poem! These words are such a wonderful image:
    I cannot dream of my taste buds
    Becoming snails on a dry and rough path

    I could almost taste that! :-)

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  18. Beautifully put together the words just sing off the page and create an lovely picture.

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  19. oh just beautiful sumana..no more comments..smiles..it will be only words..:))

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  20. A beautiful song of a writer's love of the written word...this is lovely Sumana. :-)

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  21. This is a delightful write, Sumana! I have really enjoyed it. Besides I love the place you describe and also hope to reach it someday.

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  22. Interesting take on the prompt, Sumana! I really enjoyed reading it. :)

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