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woman i know

Woman I see you
turning dross to gold
seducing words to poetry
in the white heat of passion
Woman I hear
you have crossed roads
those streaks of hair
now burn like stars
catching sparks and a zillion desires
Woman i feel
you burn yourself to ash
to be an amber once....................


Marc said…
The reader feels the words, senses the images. Bravo.
luckysanjana said…
Woho!!! i simple loved the end. but i beg to differ--- women she tunrs to amber at will.............
Gene said…
Hey =) thank you so much for visiting my blog ever so regularly. I really appreciate it. Cos sometimes I have the thoughts that my blog isn't that interesting that so few people read it.

I love your poem. =)
akaash said…
Ah woman! [:)]
thnaks again jyotsana for visiting my blog. poetry suits you very much, because you have such profound thoughts on women and their essence/condition/hopes/dreams. do write poetry more often
S.Ghosh said…
And I see an excellent creation (poetry - woman i know) born from another beautiful woman ....

proud for you.....:)
Jackie said…
Hi Jyotsana, what a beautiful poem - and in answer to your question, I do meditate, and how strange that we came up with the same ideas - the power of presence is certainly not a coincidence,

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Random me said…
Beautiful poem prompting some very vivid images.

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wordcrafter said…
Ah... becoming amber, what a stunning image you have conjured there.
the basu said…
vivid imagery conjured up by your subtle use of words..very nice!
venus66 said…
Beautiful poem.

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