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.
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19 comments:

  1. SandyCarlsonJune 29, 2008 at 1:26 AM

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

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  2. Gemma WisemanJune 29, 2008 at 1:32 AM

    This poem creates a heady landscape! Beautiful!

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  3. BarbJune 29, 2008 at 2:11 AM

    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!

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  4. AnonymousJune 29, 2008 at 3:39 AM

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

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  5. me ann my cameraJune 29, 2008 at 4:07 AM

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

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  6. PamJune 29, 2008 at 4:37 AM

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

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  7. RoswilaJune 29, 2008 at 1:40 PM

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

    and the fragrances live
    in a world without doors

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  8. Pirate PrincessJune 29, 2008 at 1:50 PM

    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!

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  9. Edward S GaultJune 29, 2008 at 9:56 PM

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

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  10. maryt/theteachJune 30, 2008 at 6:26 AM

    zg, lovely, just lovely! :)

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  11. AnonymousJune 30, 2008 at 9:51 AM

    This really appealed to my senses. Just beautiful!

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  12. Tumblewords:June 30, 2008 at 10:22 AM

    dreamlike and lyrical - very nice!

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  13. AnonymousJune 30, 2008 at 1:03 PM

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

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  14. Kathie BrownJune 30, 2008 at 4:06 PM

    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.

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  15. Cassiopeia RisesJune 30, 2008 at 9:44 PM

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

    love-bd

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  16. indicaspeciesJuly 1, 2008 at 6:01 AM

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

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  17. RavenJuly 1, 2008 at 9:54 AM

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

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  18. little wing writerJuly 1, 2008 at 5:50 PM

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

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  19. zoya gautamJuly 5, 2008 at 11:26 PM

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

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..namastey!~

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