Thursday, March 14, 2013

Meteors of Joy

She had looked rather neat, in bright tee and jeans
While waving and smiling goodbye.

And I just couldn't guess, the rapids that had hid
And gushed in her locks and bounced over unyielding rocks.
Nor could I measure the clouds she had probed
While she had flown from her cliffs.

Floored by the dimples that played on her cheeks,
I lost track of tempests her eyes had unleashed
When she had thundered her wheels along tracks
That bent to her unbending will.

But I who can master all forces in verse,
Have neither such gumption nor zeal,
As beautifying odes are shorter than heels
And wit always cheaper than gold.

Hence I'll write her in verse full of care
And list her with those other muses now gone
That twinkle in corners of mind full of clouds
And shoot supple meteors of joy.

18 comments:

Panchali said...

I think in some ways it's therapeutic really to use poetry as a way of connecting...aah, this is an exquisite piece, abin!!
Lovely..

Matthew John Davies said...

Evokes a lot for me in a very personal respect. Cheers.

sayan said...

meteors of joy indeed...or rather, what wordsworth calls, the 'spots of time'...

Green Speck said...

A beautiful story. I always like your words. Here are my favorites from this poem:

"As beautifying odes are shorter than heals
And wit always cheaper than gold."

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the poet's recognition of the depths and layers under the smiling exterior. Yes, write those verses full of meteors of joy!!!!! I can see her dimples, as she reads the lines.

asteria's canvass said...

i think each one of us will interpret in their own way,i just stick to the scarce one now a days --love

Jack said...

A masterful, modern tribute. I am continually amazed by the poetry here. The compaction of nature and the universe meets the expansion of fanciful thought, creating a powerful sentiment. My favorite lines:

"And I just couldn't guess, the rapids that had hid
And gushed in her locks"

Mary said...

" Hence I'll write her in verse full of care "

Truly there is no greater gift to a person, I don't think, than to write them in verse.

Old Ollie said...

such a solid image - original too - good write!

Poet Laundry said...

I absolutely love:

'the rapids that had hid
And gushed in her locks and bounced over unyielding rocks.
Nor could I measure the clouds she had probed
While she had flown from her cliffs.'

Great writing!

Kim Nelson said...

She is, so clearly, adored. Based on this description, she must amaze!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Just gorgeous writing Abin--You work always takes my breath away

Grace said...

That you did and what lovely verses too ~ Specially like that last stanza ~ Good to see you Abin ~

McGuffy Ann said...

Excellent. I like this very much.

T.A. Woods said...

I love the eloquence of the depth of her sadness.

Kay L. Davies said...

A delightful ode to a muse, Abin.
K

Marian said...

oh! i want to meet her. or maybe i already know her. how kind, this verse.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I lie the way you returned to the poet's art in the final two stanzas.