Wednesday, May 27, 2009


This week, I did not have one single impression, but rather a splintering of images and emotions, which is, I guess suitable for the word dropped. I chose my favorites.
I thought about the word dropped and there were a thousand humming things.

I dropped my guard
and birds
flew out of my heart

I dropped everything
and came right over
as soon as you called
let’s open a bottle of wine
whatever you like
we’ll celebrate

Drop it
he said
but she couldn’t

The moon
in its socket
behind the sloped rooftops
was silent

The moon
like a penny
he leaned in
I felt moist
it was familiar
as rain.

I am a high wire walker
in slippers
the hum of the hive
surrounds me

I am a high wire walker
with nothing on my mind
time is a thief
and meadows rise

I am a high wire walker
without a balancing stick
latitudes shift
treetops brim with song

I am a high wire walker
who has forgotten her name
You invite me to your summer home
time returns what it took.

I remember
the air heavy
it had been saving
all its arguments
the sky groaned
and words dropped
like hail

To be fair
I don’t know who
dropped who.
I only remember
the times you
went away


SandyCarlson said...

I like these and most especially "Yes"!

Raven said...

Wonderful as always. The last three were my favorites. I have to get myself back to doing OSI.

the walking man said...

I am not going to pick and choose which i like more than any other because it would be a dis-service to all of them. Be it sufficient to say that I LOVE short line poetry and these are all short line poems.

Christopher said...

These are all lovely. You examined quite a range of emotions in a short space: joy, sadness, elation, anger...beautiful!

Natalie said...

I like "Hail". It reminded me of Florida.

an average patriot said...

Well you didn't drop the ball, that was good!

Luther James Spells said...

I am warmed by the peace these works lay on my heavy heart. Magnicifient.

SandyCarlson said...

It is nice to revisit these.

zoya gautam said...

.. soft and artistic ..

( a rejoinder to ur cmnt on my post - " could anyone imagine that cell phones are tainted with the blood of 3.2 million deaths " / from the web )

gabrielle said...

Sandy Carlson – Thank you for stopping by. I like Yes too.

Raven – Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed them. You are missed at OSI.

The walking man – I am honored. I have learned so much from you.

Christopher – Thank you for your comments. Your antennae twitch with the gentlest vibrations.

Natalie – It does have a tropical feel. Though I prefer a good soaking to hail.

an average patriot – I had many balls in the air this week and tried not to drop any of them. It’s good to hear from you again.

Luther James Spells – Thank you so much for such a heartfelt response to the poems. I’m always surprised when something I write touches another so personally.

Sandy Carlson – It brings great joy to know you stopped by again.

zoya gautim – Thanks for stopping by. In Cold Blood was a powerful evocation of the horrors of Bhopal and the seeds that such atrocity bear. It is the innocents and the unborn who continue to pay for unbridled greed.