Friday, February 10, 2012

Sunflower

Figures full of straws now babbled on stage.

The air crumpled like old newspapers.

But there at the corners of the hall,
She glowed on heels like a long-stemmed rose
And burst to my eyes as a lone-beam of sun
On days that are cluttered with clouds.

Babble now dimmed, and people were thinned
As the air played with violins and flute
Ballads of the twilights we hadn't yet shared.

Eyes now are autumnal lake
Queened by an isolated swan.

Far beyond crowds of meaningless talk
Her's is the sun to my unwavering globe
That shoots through my sunflowering soul.

18 comments:

nene said...

someone that caught your attention?

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is very beautiful - especially striking: "The air crumpled like old newspaper" and "she glowed on heels like a long-stemmed rose" - lovely writing.

Abin Chakraborty said...

You see dear Nene, the trouble with being a connoisseur of beauty lies in being vulnerable to the worldwide web of beauty and its charms. go through my earlier posts and you'll see that scores have caught my attention for a while only to disappear from sight. Keats once wrote a poem on a woman removing her gloves in a bus-stand. I subscribe to the same worldview.
thanks for commenting after a while.

and Sherry, as always, your remarks are precious and encouraging.

nene said...

Love Keats. I'm with you and Keats in spirit. I live by the maxim; The world is my dish, I'm the tortilla :)

Taylor Boomer said...

sunlit imagery there.
a smart piece of poetry, well done.

Old Ollie said...

you use words so well - you take such care AC

Heaven said...

These line are beautiful :

Her's is the sun to my unwavering globe
That shoots through my sunflowering soul.

Other Mary said...

Such fresh original use of language is a treat to read. I particularly like the line, 'The air crumpled like old newspapers.' and your use of the word 'Queened' Kudos.

Jinksy said...

Crumpled newspaper air does it for me too! :)

Kerry O'Connor said...

Your use of figurative language is very intense in this love poem.

Mystic_Mom said...

wonderful perspective and a visual treat...so glad you enjoy the treats that pass your eye...

Robert Gibson said...

I'm all for beauty catching my attention!

Loved the ending of your piece -

Far beyond crowds of meaningless talk
Her's is the sun to my unwavering globe
That shoots through my sunflowering soul.

Love that line "Hers is the sun to my unwavering globe"

Mary said...

Beautifully and seductively romantic!

Marian said...

oh sigh very lovely. very.

Kim Nelson said...

Wow!
" Her's is the sun to my unwavering globe "
What a line!

Margaret said...

She glowed on heels like a long-stemmed rose

I think that line is brilliant! Must have been some HIGHT heels.. :)

by the way, this new word verification blogger is now using is IMPOSSIBLE. I turned mine off-- or am trying to. Just thought you should know.

Laurie Kolp said...

This is absolutely beautiful, Abin!

Laura Maria said...

Wow is all I can say of this marvelous piece. That must be some woman! And I really like the line "the air crumpled like old newspapers".