Monday, June 8, 2009

osi.intersections

' the attic '

motes of dust prick her eyes
forming a liquid film
a shaft of light intersects the shadows
inside the attic
gaze transfixed on an old lawn-mower
she remembers
her father's voice
rumblings of warm laughter
merged with the drone of a machine
where they stood watching
through unseen pathways of the wind
a shimmer of flowery wings
zigzag across the dahlias
to land on nasturtiums
the crisscrossing of ifs and buts
pollinating life
she wipes the lawn-mower
fondly ..

/ original / z.g.
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17 comments:

  1. gautami tripathyJune 8, 2009 at 6:38 AM

    Like the zigzaging, crisscrossing!

    OSI: strings cross with wires

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  2. anthonynorthJune 8, 2009 at 10:26 AM

    Some great musings here.

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  3. sgreerpittJune 8, 2009 at 11:51 AM

    so many wonderful things intersect in this poem, light and shadow, sight and memory. I paricularly like the lines:
    "the crisscrossing of ifs and buts/pollinating life" -- lovely!

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  4. Tumblewords:June 8, 2009 at 11:58 AM

    Lovely imagery - lovely.

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  5. JimJune 8, 2009 at 12:07 PM

    Your critics are pretty thorough! I will say that even your swipes on the lawn mower leave cris-crosses with every memory they bring.
    All the pathways and zigzags are nice too even if only a few do cross.
    ..

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  6. Tammie LeeJune 8, 2009 at 4:29 PM

    Wonderful and overflowing with nostalgia, you took me there.

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  7. AnonymousJune 8, 2009 at 9:48 PM

    wow ! brilliant and warm imagery :)

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  8. SandyCarlsonJune 9, 2009 at 7:17 AM

    Such a beautiful intersection!

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  9. Geraldine June 9, 2009 at 9:28 AM

    Oh how lovely! Great interpretation of this prompt, loved it!!!

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  10. gabrielleJune 9, 2009 at 9:21 PM

    A shaft of light brings it all back to life.
    I love the memory evoked, the aching moment when she touches the lawnmower. Beautiful!

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  11. Beth P.June 9, 2009 at 10:20 PM

    Dear zoya--
    I really loved this poem. Subtle and gracious. Grief and love all mixed up in the dust.

    Lovely--thank you.

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  12. zoya gautamJune 10, 2009 at 2:13 AM

    .. many thanks everyone ..

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  13. PattiJune 11, 2009 at 7:06 AM

    Oh- this made me cry... I have spent the last week at my mom's going through her things- trying to decide what to save and not for an estate sale next weekend. So hard to do...so much remembering...so many tears- not all of them sad. This poem was just perfect. Thanks~

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  14. Cassiopeia RisesJune 12, 2009 at 2:44 PM

    I just love this. Such a feeling of love and warm memories. You my dear are so lucky.

    love, Melanie-bd

    lost my BD site to malware....
    New site called Beloved Haiku Dreams

    http://belovedhaikudreams.blogspot.com

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  15. Gemma WisemanJune 12, 2009 at 2:59 PM

    Love the gentle intersection of dreamings and realities! Very beautiful!

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  16. Julia DuttaJune 13, 2009 at 3:42 AM

    It is true your poems are haunting Zoya

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  17. AnonymousJune 14, 2009 at 1:01 AM

    I loved this, especially 'crisscrossing of ifs and buts'. The imagery and the feeling of warmth reminds me of a time and season - childhood summers. Just lovely.

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..namastey!~

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