Sunday, 24 March 2013

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Nomadic instincts pulling strings,
like an enchanting melody from flute
calling from deep woods
and like a raging stream soul and spirit
long and they long to rush in;
deep woods calling,
an earthy embrace, the smell of soil,
melting rain sieves in ocean dreams.
Purplish nights, studded stars sprinkle
snow, snow, snow melt in
and paint blue all fiery reds.
Flute raining on nomadic reveries,
snow in, snow in purplish night’s stars.

22 comments:

  1. very well written, How colours can convey powerful emotions. Snowing starts, beautiful expression.

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  2. An enchanting poem, such pretty images! :)

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  3. like the weave in and out o fthe nomads but also music and the textures of the earth as well..the smell of soil....ah...fresh

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    1. Great to know that you felt that freshness.... thanks a lot...

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  4. I like the colors and winter images of snow melting ~ A lovely share ~

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  5. Your poems are always a visual delight ... loved it :-)

    By the way,why the title "1"?

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    1. Thanks Amrit... felt like putting numbers to the poem......nothing else...

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  6. Beautifully visual. Reading a poem by you after a long time, Sreeja. Do keep writing :)

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    1. Thanks Sonia...this support matters much to me....

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  7. Wow! Are you painting this too? To the music? Lovely, haunting.

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    1. Thanks Susan... I am planning to paint a lot...hope God be with me...dreaming of an exhibition....

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  8. Beautiful. Your poem is very evocative, appeals to all sense. Well penned.

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    1. Thanks Mary....your comments are precious...

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  9. Wonderful images in this. Sorry to be so late in commenting as I just came back to check it I missed anyone!

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