Saturday, October 11, 2008

gold .(osi)

sunflowers and callendulas
let this gold sprout,spring and blossom
drink and dance on the flaming hues
what hummingbirds what butterflies

memories like a retriever
fetch the spinning frisbees of time
they wag a golden tail and bark
to fill silences with fondness

a sundowner's glowing amber
sipping the dusk till it is dawn
a river of gold becomes the bridge
across the night and sees it gone..

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21 comments:

  1. TeriOctober 11, 2008 at 9:52 PM

    This is just beautful as always. And you and I were thinking along similiar lines-the beauty of nature.

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  2. spacedlawOctober 11, 2008 at 10:04 PM

    I love the idea of memory as a retriever.

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  3. gautami tripathyOctober 11, 2008 at 11:12 PM

    Loved the second stanza!

    if you only recycled coke cans

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  4. Gemma WisemanOctober 12, 2008 at 12:07 AM

    Absolutely stunning! And loved the image of "frisbees of time"!

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  5. anthonynorthOctober 12, 2008 at 1:32 AM

    Beautiful words tying memory to the world.

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  6. MandyOctober 12, 2008 at 2:58 AM

    An excellent evocation. I especially adore the final stanza.

    love from mandy

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  7. SandyCarlsonOctober 12, 2008 at 3:08 AM

    The idea of sipping the sunset till dawn is very beautiful. Thanks for your beautiful work.

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  8. AnonymousOctober 12, 2008 at 4:35 AM

    To me, this is one of your best yet, Zoya! I simply love the second and third stanzas! Exquisite!

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  9. qualcosa di belloOctober 12, 2008 at 4:49 AM

    this reads like a beautiful lullabye...i love the thought of 'sipping the dusk'...i can see the gold twilight & lengthening shadows

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  10. MyBellaviaOctober 12, 2008 at 6:32 AM

    This is a beauty! I love "a river of gold becomes the bridge". Thank you!

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  11. Deborah GodinOctober 12, 2008 at 8:55 AM

    A golden moment captured with your wonderful words, I love the way the main metaphor travels through each stanza.

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  12. Beth P.October 12, 2008 at 6:01 PM

    Hi z.g.--
    As having worked for a long time with dying patients, the reference to 'sundowners' made me look at the poem anew and perk up my ears.

    I may be all wrong, but...

    Thank you for this loving tribute to someone (I think you must love that person a lot) whose memories are now amber and slipping away.

    Than you--

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  13. AnonymousOctober 12, 2008 at 9:46 PM

    Beautiful, especially loved the idea of retriving memories.

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  14. Tumblewords:October 13, 2008 at 10:54 AM

    'a river of gold across the night' - vivid and lovely! Nice work!

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  15. Geraldine October 13, 2008 at 1:48 PM

    Beautifully written. Evocative and very descriptive use of this great prompt. Bravo!!!


    www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com

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  16. Quiet PathsOctober 13, 2008 at 6:17 PM

    I am in love with the last stanza! It's super.

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  17. Patois42October 14, 2008 at 11:49 AM

    There is just so much here to appreciate. Your imagery is spectacular.

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  18. PamOctober 16, 2008 at 4:41 AM

    I really love the last stanza of this poem. . . what wonderful images. Morphing the river into a bridge is such a clever twist.

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  19. zoya gautamOctober 16, 2008 at 6:27 PM

    ..Truly Thankful To All Of U..

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  20. DeLiOctober 17, 2008 at 12:17 AM

    golden memories are always powerful

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  21. MelodyOctober 17, 2008 at 11:38 AM

    So much beauty in your writing, what a gift.

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..namastey!~

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