Saturday, January 17, 2009

fading memories.(osi)


' that sepia autumn'


a pulse reverberating
with the whims of the lifeforms
a heart's wildernesses locked
in love's untoned negatives

till the darkroom of those eyes
delivers the living truths
washed in the lunar silver
done positive as daylight

letting crestfallen vowels
inked on my paper-boat fade
and drown in the amnesia
of time's lethean drop of dew ..

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[image courtesy:designedtoat]
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28 comments:

  1. JeevesJanuary 17, 2009 at 11:15 PM

    Beautiful. The last para is awesome

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  2. spacedlawJanuary 18, 2009 at 12:13 AM

    I love the photographs simile, many of our memories are made of this.

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  3. anthonynorthJanuary 18, 2009 at 2:31 AM

    The problem of memory perfectly captured.

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  4. SandyCarlsonJanuary 18, 2009 at 4:20 AM

    I am thinking of the paper boat of memory and how the drift, perhaps blow away, or soak up too much of wherever they are and sink. This is an extraordinary poem. Thanks.

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  5. AnonymousJanuary 18, 2009 at 5:23 AM

    I love the descriptions, and a heart's wildernesses locked is just perfect.

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  6. PamJanuary 18, 2009 at 5:54 AM

    The paper boat is an amazing image of memory. Thank you for sharing this poem. I hope the words will continue to drift on the surface of the water even after the boat sinks.

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  7. Amias (ljm and liquidplastic)January 18, 2009 at 6:54 AM

    You brought it home with this one ... you capture faded memories ...

    "inked on my paper-boat fade"

    Yes, I remember this.

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  8. Bruce MillerJanuary 18, 2009 at 7:55 AM

    three gold cones of light:
    two eyes, one sun, converging?
    gaspard monge floats free

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  9. qualcosa di belloJanuary 18, 2009 at 12:27 PM

    your last lines are simply magical!

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  10. JimJanuary 18, 2009 at 1:42 PM

    Thank you Zoya, I peeked in on your lovely poem last night but it was more complex than I wanted to study at midnight. The light of day helps a lot.
    Those photos are a long time memory store, the letters we write are thrown away in about as much elapsed time as it takes your paper boat to sink. I did manage to save a couple of letters from Mom and a couple from Dad. They are just snippets but I hold them dear.
    ..
    Those poor sinking vowels [you make me wonder about the consonants, perhaps they can swim ;-)]. I suppose they are just about as crestfallen as the vowels purchased and lighted by Vanna when the words are discerned and the board is cleared.
    ..
    Thank you for the welcome home.
    ..

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  11. MaggieJanuary 18, 2009 at 2:11 PM

    You make me think of a "drop of dew" in a different way as I read your delightful poem.

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  12. lissaJanuary 18, 2009 at 4:08 PM

    drown in the amnesia of time's lethean drop of dew .. - I like that imaginary, as if we can physically hold our memories

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  13. Geraldine January 18, 2009 at 7:00 PM

    Wow, this is so beautifully crafted. Bravo!!!

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  14. AnonymousJanuary 19, 2009 at 1:18 AM

    In this digital age I'm left wondering if there will be fewer tangible mementoes to hold onto. Poignant!

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  15. Beth P.January 19, 2009 at 7:28 AM

    Thanks, zoya--
    You do exquisite dances with words and imagery. We, your loyal fans, appreciate your depth and abilities!

    This one is one of your best so far, from my perspective, but that may be marred by a fading memory of the last great one...you know?

    Thank you--

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  16. zoya gautamJanuary 19, 2009 at 10:11 AM

    Deborah Godin said...

    "OSI fading memories - Love your usages, especially "crestfallen vowels" - brilliant!"

    January 18, 2009 5:55 PM

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  17. Tumblewords:January 19, 2009 at 10:21 AM

    Memories are brought forth by photos, scents, sights and sounds. I love the photographic references in this.

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  18. Sandra.ifJanuary 19, 2009 at 10:41 AM

    nice images!

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  19. Kilauea PoetryJanuary 19, 2009 at 10:48 AM

    a pulse reverberating...a hearts wilderness locked-
    Enjoyable-

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  20. floretaJanuary 19, 2009 at 11:45 AM

    this is great! i like the photography metaphors.

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  21. AnonymousJanuary 20, 2009 at 12:34 PM

    letting go, holding on... drifting, drifting, drifting... beautiful...

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  22. Patois42January 20, 2009 at 1:38 PM

    Your creativity never ceases to amaze me. I don't know that I can look at photographs so easily anymore.

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  23. totomaiJanuary 20, 2009 at 7:36 PM

    oh yes, memories can be represented by any forms. absolutely gorgeous metaphor here

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  24. Quiet PathsJanuary 21, 2009 at 9:44 AM

    A sweeping panorama of sensations and emotions...

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  25. zoya gautamJanuary 21, 2009 at 3:04 PM

    ..thankful to each one of u..

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  26. PattiJanuary 21, 2009 at 6:37 PM

    Wow! What beautiful imagery! Thanks for sharing and for commenting on mine~

    Patti

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  27. AnonymousJanuary 21, 2009 at 8:01 PM

    intersting :)

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  28. GelJanuary 23, 2009 at 10:08 PM

    lovely descriptions and metaphors

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..namastey!~

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