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Woman I see you
turning dross to gold
seducing words to poetry
in the white heat of passion
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Woman I hear
you have crossed roads
those streaks of hair
now burn like stars
catching sparks and a zillion desires
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Woman i feel
you burn yourself to ash
to be an amber once....................
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Marc said…
The reader feels the words, senses the images. Bravo.
April 13, 2008
luckysanjana said…
Woho!!! i simple loved the end. but i beg to differ--- women she tunrs to amber at will.............
April 13, 2008
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. =)
April 13, 2008
akaash said…
Ah woman! [:)]
April 13, 2008
Sucharita Sarkar said…
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
April 14, 2008
Sayani said…
And I see an excellent creation (poetry - woman i know) born from another beautiful woman ....

proud for you.....:)
April 16, 2008
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,

Jackie
April 17, 2008
Anonymous said…
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Have a beautiful day.
April 18, 2008
Sucharita Sarkar said…
Hi,
Long time no visit, no post. Taking time off? Well, in the meantime I have opened a new blog, Past Continuous at http://www.pastcontinues.blogspot.com/
Do visit and share your memories of growing up, I'm sure you have interesting ones to share.
Hope things are fine with you. Lol
April 20, 2008
Random me said…
Beautiful poem prompting some very vivid images.

Bravo!
April 24, 2008
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April 25, 2008
Beatrice V said…
Ah... becoming amber, what a stunning image you have conjured there.
Beautiful.
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April 27, 2008
the basu said…
vivid imagery conjured up by your subtle use of words..very nice!
:)
May 01, 2008
venuss66 said…
Beautiful poem.
September 23, 2008
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