Friday, May 13, 2011

The Latticed Partition

I'm standing
in the lobby
and he is
slinking behind
the latticed partition
that separates us.

Though unreadable,
his gaze
pierces me
across a solid barrier.

Does he
want to talk?
I do.

But for
the latticed partition
standing strong
we could have
perhaps
gotten along.

16 comments:

  1. An interesting poem, makhi. Mysterious and with a sense of longing. Very good. :-)

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  2. huh, why is he slinking, i wonder?

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  4. That's how he walks- in a smooth manner. Here, slinking means 'smooth and sensuous', in a way stealthy because even coming up to the wall is not acceptable. He is 'slinking' behind the partition when others are around and looking at me when they're absent.

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  5. Madhumakhi, you look like a powerful goddess in your pic. I like what you have written, as it should be, perhaps we could have gotten along....

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  6. you rocked.
    keep it up.

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  7. Lovely poem. Kind of reminds me of myself when on the lookout for my next true love...ahh there have been so many. Heh.

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  8. How mysterious. I want to know more. :) That is a very good thing.

    Raindrops"

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  9. This is excellent for I know how you feel, I can sense what you would like ... but for that partition ... the one that we always allow to remain close by in case we need to use it.

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  10. I like the sense of mystery in this one. What is it that really separates them? I like the idea of the latticed partition, one that can be seen though, but which separates physically.

    Richard

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  11. Madhumaki,
    That is life. Perhaps a lost chance?

    Best wishes, Eileen

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  12. those mysterious stuff keeps our imagination alive.

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  13. Sometimes those missed chances make us wonder "What if..."

    Anna :o]

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  14. Keep up the speculation. I'm not gonna tell you all anything :P. He's meant to be a mystery. Actually he's a mystery even to me.

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  15. Isn't this where you throw a handkerchief over the wall? lol

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  16. I am so enjoying reading the poems on your blog after first finding my way here from Poets United Poem of the week. Congratulations and write on!!

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