Friday, March 31

Too close



Come up here
Close to me

Close

So I can see your face
So I can smell your skin
And see your eyes

Looking at me.

Closer

So I can feel your breathe
Hear those words
You speak not

Yet.

And I'll come closer too

So close
You wouldn't be able to
See my face
Or my eyes
tightly shut

Or that flaming mouth
Which now feels cold and blue.

And if we could only
Pull close enough
To melt away the masks

And smile with our eyes
At the sweetness underneath.

Or shall we just
Rip them off
And wince

At the ugliness
we knew we would see?


The painting above is Rene Magritte's 'Lovers II' (1928)

For a poignant piece on that and the NY subway (by Frank McDonnell) read
  • sanity starved
    • at

    18 comments:

    1. Jyothi Kapur DasFriday, March 31, 2006 7:27:00 PM

      Funny. Really.

      ReplyDelete
    2. ariaFriday, March 31, 2006 8:37:00 PM

      Well the poem was so romantic to begin with n then the picture for the effect and last few lines defied stereotyping ..
      kewl :) nice n different again ..

      ReplyDelete
    3. Prmod BafnaFriday, March 31, 2006 10:12:00 PM

      Beautifully written with a very sensous flow and down right instinctal at the end :p Great write!

      ReplyDelete
    4. AnonymousSaturday, April 01, 2006 3:40:00 AM

      And if we could only
      Pull close enough
      To melt away the masks

      awesome part....
      phew man i no how difficult it is now since i jus "tried" my hand in ur kinda writing...its HARD...neat job as always...

      ReplyDelete
    5. AnonymousSaturday, April 01, 2006 7:53:00 AM

      The veil prevents us from seeing
      an infinite web of connectedness.

      RIP IT AWAY to be like Mirrors

      Let the souls take flight
      to settle-sense-dive-let go into each other.

      [The interconnectedness-]
      Continue to discover through intelligent, creative and sensitive exploration.

      Bringing many parts of us together-
      to live in unison to share the level of inventiveness, imagination, artistic ability

      somehow felt like posting this after seeing a different tone in your words...some soul circling:)
      Hope it's okay...

      ReplyDelete
    6. InkblotSaturday, April 01, 2006 11:39:00 AM

      JKD:laugh away :)

      aria: and you thought romance was dead!

      pb:when your there, instinct is everything, would you agree?

      FS: I might be reading you wrong here, but its because they were locked up in a black hole a long time..

      1$ saint: thanks dude.And I thought Insomnia was pretty spectacular.

      Anon:you are soul circling? was that a quote or your own? very apt so thanks for posting but it would be so much nicer if you had a name.

      ReplyDelete
    7. AnonymousSaturday, April 01, 2006 12:45:00 PM

      Hehehe... I found out what painting this is. Hehehe...

      Check blog! hehehe...

      ReplyDelete
    8. InkblotSaturday, April 01, 2006 12:56:00 PM

      SG: yeah, checked and linked you for the MsDonnell piece. Nice bit of research there so will let you gloat!

      ReplyDelete
    9. AnonymousSaturday, April 01, 2006 9:50:00 PM

      inner--reflections @ blogspot
      Soul circling ...just a quest:)

      You left a comment sometime ago and that brought me :)

      [Anon]? not anymore

      ReplyDelete
    10. AnonymousSaturday, April 01, 2006 9:51:00 PM

      inner--reflections @ blogspot
      Soul circling ...just a quest:)

      You left a comment sometime ago and that brought me :)

      [Anon]? not anymore

      ReplyDelete
    11. Prmod BafnaSaturday, April 01, 2006 10:11:00 PM

      haha! wholly agree! :)

      ReplyDelete
    12. sk8rnSunday, April 02, 2006 12:49:00 AM

      Hmmm... Interesting poem, especially in its interpretation of that painting. I'm not sure I would have gotten as much out of the painting if I hadn't read your poem. I can certainly relate to that fear of seeing the ugly parts of life in others.

      ReplyDelete
    13. Russell CJ DuffySunday, April 02, 2006 4:20:00 AM

      poem and picture as one. funny somtimes too.

      'At the ugliness
      we knew we would see?'

      best to keep covered up then like bloggers do.

      ReplyDelete
    14. Nick ZegaracSunday, April 02, 2006 9:01:00 AM

      Bold revealing and just a tad frightening how close we all come to never understanding the person we eventually settle down with. Our eyes betray - our thoughts reveal - that in the final analysis we are all fundamentally, truly alone.

      ReplyDelete
    15. ManasiSunday, April 02, 2006 8:43:00 PM

      That was simply brilliant.. I loved the last two lines and the way it flows....

      ReplyDelete
    16. vicSunday, April 02, 2006 11:42:00 PM

      so close i can see you
      without my eyes

      so close i can hear what you say
      with your mouth shut

      so close i feel
      how i become a part of you

      ReplyDelete
    17. InkblotMonday, April 03, 2006 12:15:00 AM

      CL (alias anon): and won't you let us in on your ramblings for the past one year?

      Sk8rn: thanks.
      And fear is only one bit of it though. But yes, we fear and accept together too sometimes, don't we?

      CJ: good tip, but then again those covers get penetrated too on occasion.

      Nick: now YOUR scaring me! :)

      Sigmund Fraud: now I guess you may have a very valid point there!

      Darkness: thanks. liked yours too.

      Vic:its a pity I can't read your stuff.

      ReplyDelete
    18. SanMonday, April 03, 2006 2:02:00 AM

      wow .. i feel so close .. *taking a few deep breaths*

      i like this painting, i can dream up so many verses in my head to fit this image .. nice work blotty :)

      ReplyDelete