Saturday, June 28, 2008

doorway

somnabulistic daze
some imprints won't erase
startled you wake up
the perfumes don't knock
just transcend the doorway
waft in and float around
awaken the senses
the flowers that were dead
have come back as blossoms
and the fragrances live
in a world without doors../original/z.g.

19 comments:

SandyCarlson said...

A world without doors must be one without walls. I have walked in this daze; it is wonderful. Thanks for this poem.

Greyscale Territory said...

This poem creates a heady landscape! Beautiful!

WillThink4Wine said...

I've never been a sleepwalker, but I have found myself somewhere between, awoken from dreams I cannot shake with lingering scents from that world. This was wonderful!

Rachel said...

I love the way in which you recreate that dazed feeling through you words!

me ann my camera said...

".. the perfumes don't knock"... I love this line! A very enjoyable read!

Pam said...

I agree with Rachel, your poem evokes sensory overload and dizziness. What a wonderful piece.

Roswila said...

As I read, each line kept surprising me. Then the best yet at the end:

and the fragrances live
in a world without doors

texasblu said...

Reminds me of those looney tune cartoons where the perfume goes from room to room as finger... only this was lovely... the idea of flower's scents taking on a life of their own is heavenly!

Edward S Gault said...

"The flowers that were dead /come back as blossoms..."
Sounds like springtime!
Spring is certainly the door out of winter.
Thank You.

the teach said...

zg, lovely, just lovely! :)

teric said...

This really appealed to my senses. Just beautiful!

tumblewords said...

dreamlike and lyrical - very nice!

gardenpath said...

Having passed through that door a time or two, I will say it is right on. Love it.

Kathiesbirds said...

I tell you, I have smelled some people's perfumes that would knock me through a door and make me somnabulistic! This is a poem that arouses the senses and makes you feel its dream-like quality.

Beloved Dreamer said...

Beautiful. I love the line" waft in and float around". I could sense myself doing just that. Lovely

love-bd

indicaspecies said...

Like the curious semi-dazed feeling I sense when these words are presented!

Raven said...

You really drew me into the dream-like state with your words and evoked my own sensory memories. Beautiful poem.

OneMoreBeliever said...

perfumes don't knock just transcend the doorway... really liked that in it's dreamlike quality...

zoya gautam said...

Ur remarks R The Doorways To Understanding..Sincere Thanks To Each One OF U..

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