Hope
I want to
press against you
into pages of
a book.
Maybe then
you’ll see me slip
to the floor in pretty
patterns
when you open
that chapter
again. Someday.
press against you
into pages of
a book.
Maybe then
you’ll see me slip
to the floor in pretty
patterns
when you open
that chapter
again. Someday.
posted by kaaju katli | 6:50 PM
16 Comments:
Actually
I find those little ad-lets/cards/and other stuff falling out of a book,a major irritant and trash them.
It is an irritating reminder that they are there.
But..a pretty thing falling out...hmm..maybe I'll cherish and smile.
Nice thought Kaaju.
flattened out?
;-D
neat.
*Sigh* Simply marvellous! You make the wait worth the while ('coz I stop by almost every single day to keep myself posted on your posts :-) You are incredible... 'Hope' beyond hope, and memories.. This poem actually brought back some bittersweet memories.. in pretty patterns :-) Thank you, KK
bloody hell!
this one really got me.
hopeful despair? depairing hope?
very nice.
Thank you :)all.
Tangent - Was thinking more in the lines of pressed flowers, not cards or inserts ;-)
Tangent - meant more 'along' the lines of...
So many layers! Loved the thought of being a cherished memory (even if as a dried flower) tucked away into a favorite book. Superb. :-)
Wow! This is like words waltzing. Good job Kaaju Kaatli! :-))
Good one...
azhagu...
I want to
recollect you
from the pages of
a screen.
Maybe then
I'll see you skip
on the ceiling in
prismatic glints
when I open
that laptop
again. Somenight.
/ / /
[mere ghostly tribute;
but the sense of the pressed
flower in the book
impresses itself as image
more deeply]
The sound-play of "book"
and "slip" and then
"patterns" and "chapter"
lend an underlying feeling
of form behind the flow.
(Draws me back happily
to days when I wrote poems
with these line-lengths
you employ so deftly in
finding the words.)
awaiting more flowers
pressed or fresh
d.i.
If I'd got this poem as an ad-let, I would have treasured it forever! :) Lovely!
Beautiful lines..I like this one
am afraid abe already said it, but i'm going to say it, BLOODY HELL, man, how do you do it?!!
its like you have a thousand buds in your head.
this bloom, pressed as it is, is so beautiful! :)
katli
isn't it time we could hope for more?
lovely one! but where's my shoe poem? :(
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