Sunday, October 26, 2008

gift.(osi)

' the page turns '

this light
no prisoner to the moon
the night stabs me
with a whispered tremor
of reflection
silhouettes of sensuality
dance
with the flowers & seasons
of your being
no price attached
no transaction this
just an endowment
a jewel hangs
from black eyelashes
you read a page
from erich segal's
love story
in resonance
with different autumns..

/original/z.g.
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14 comments:

  1. SandyCarlsonOctober 27, 2008 at 1:45 AM

    I bow to the light within you, friend.

    Well done.

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  2. anthonynorthOctober 27, 2008 at 2:39 AM

    This is beautifully done. Hits the spot perfectly.

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  3. AnonymousOctober 27, 2008 at 4:06 AM

    How wonderful! I want to read it again and again!

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  4. TeriOctober 27, 2008 at 7:53 AM

    Just wonderful and so romantic.

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  5. Tumblewords:October 27, 2008 at 10:11 AM

    How lovely this 'gift'!

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  6. AnonymousOctober 27, 2008 at 10:21 AM

    Very romantic and ethereal. Lovely words Zoya and a tribute to this prompt. Well done! G

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  7. JP/debOctober 27, 2008 at 7:44 PM

    You come out of the gate strong with this one and carry it through beautifully ... what a gift! JP/deb

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  8. Beth P.October 27, 2008 at 10:57 PM

    Dear Zoya--
    I'm quite sure I don't understand this poem, but what I do get is the feeling of being enraptured and focused--which is a true gift.

    Thank you for this, and for all your lovely offerings.

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  9. JimOctober 28, 2008 at 10:41 PM

    Very nice, Zoya. My gift from the moonlight is luniness, I just cannot help myself.
    :-)
    ..

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  10. sgreerpittOctober 29, 2008 at 7:32 PM

    'namastey' in return. I like the sense of time this poem holds -- "the flowers and seasons/of your being" and "in resonance/with different autumns." Makes me think of a person who transcends the current moment.

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  11. Quiet PathsOctober 30, 2008 at 1:09 PM

    with the flowers & seasons
    of your being
    no price attached

    gorgeous poem thank you.

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  12. little wing writerOctober 30, 2008 at 7:09 PM

    yes it is, freedom of expression with wings...

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  13. qualcosa di belloNovember 1, 2008 at 7:57 AM

    your words read like a dance in the moonlight to the mockingbird's song

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  14. zoya gautamNovember 1, 2008 at 4:37 PM

    ..Thank Everyone Sincerely..

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..namastey!~

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