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The girl and the cloud (Blog marathon post 21)



I am sorry I had to remove this poem as it is under consideration for publication.© 2009 Preeti Shenoy
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  1. This is truly lovely. Reminded me of my carefree childhood.

    www.phoenixritu.com

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  2. too good for a comment. Speechless.

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  3. Nice!!! This is really nice!!!

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  4. wow...simple yet powerful..the power of imagination is the biggest power there is and you are the living proof of it...My imagination took me above the cloud and when the girl din go..even i felt sad :( i thought you will be describing how beautiful our world is...may be you could write another post about it ;) have a nice day..

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  5. good for the girl... its better to find meaning through your own eyes... and to see beauty and love on your own terms...

    (for some reason, it also reminded me also of aqualung by jethro tull :) )

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  6. Simply Beautiful! Three cheers to your vivid imagination!

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  7. oh what a coincidence...this morning while walking the kids to their stop...i looked at a cloud and said it was an elephant's trunk, my son thought it looked like a tiger rising for a kill..:)

    a lovely poem, preeti

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  8. Simply superb. You have the power to touch with a few simple words. Wonderful.

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  9. This is so beautiful Preeti...:)...
    really liked it...
    i am running down the memory lane of my childhood...and this one just added to the charm.....

    lovely:)

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  10. Really nice poem.. I still love looking at the clouds and tracing shapes whenever I can. Who says you only have to be a child to do that :)

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  11. I don't know who to feel sadder for. The cloud or the girl.

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  12. Lovely poem so vividly potrayed! Thanks Preeti...enjoyed every bit!

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  13. Cute and meaningful and much more. I needn't even mention that :).

    Abt the iplayer question u asked :
    http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/

    You could catch up on plenty of very good programmes here.

    In India, only radio programs can be seen, which is fine with me since I don't watch Tv. Plz don't blame me if you get addicted here :).

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  14. :)

    I take my leave with my own interpretation.

    Thoughtful.

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  15. Preeti, that is a truly amazing amazing poem!
    I would have to say one of your very best (or so I think :))

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  16. Nice poem...I love gazing at the clouds and trying to see shapes of things I recognise.

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  17. Niall: thank U :)

    Adisha: thanks a lot.

    Only one: i would have thought my earlier one 'love is like that' was better.

    Stillness speaks: :)

    Still thinking: Poems are always best when interpreted by reader to mean what they like it t mean.

    Brown Phantom:Thank u for the appreciation and the link--wont blame you. :)

    Gayu: Glad u did. :)

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  18. Srinivas: thank U!

    Meira: Thank U!

    Ajay: That makes two of us :)

    Thinker: thank U..of course u dont have to be a child for that.

    Ramesh:Thank U!

    santasizing: Thank U

    Suma: We often do that too! Usually mine and my son's interpretation will be same.

    Varun: thank u so much!

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  19. Guruprasad: must look up aqualung. By the way, the girl fought her thoughts..so she did want to go with the cloud. Maybe she would have been happier if she had.

    Shantahram: It was a sad poem.

    Prats: thank you!

    Partywithneha:Thank u!

    Ritu:Thank U!

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  20. this is a nice poem. im also working on my poetry. is there a hidden meaning in this that I am not getting?

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  21. I think it was the depth in this one that touched me, found it extremely deep and sweet.

    But I love 'love is like that' as well :).

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  22. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful....... how do you manage to write such wonderful poems??....... I’m always left enchanted (I hope that’s the right word) by them..... I wish I could write poems...... mine never rhyme....

    Anyway, as I always say, keep up the beautiful work...... :)

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  23. Lovely poem, makes each to have thier own interpretation.

    //It’s a wrinkled old man with his head bowed.//

    Loved and lost I guess , touching!!

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  24. such amazing imagination!!! it's really amazing poem...

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  25. WOW.. loved it!!

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  26. the picture is lovely and genuinely feel good. the poetry that goes with it, good too, shows it comes from a lovely lively mind. nice toknow you, would come back when I need warmth and shine. good day.

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  27. Rolling: Good day. Thank U!

    Sam:Thank U :)

    Chirpy paro: U're a poet's delight :)

    Srivats: yeah--Unrequited love..sad but beautiful :P

    amsko: Don't know how I manage! Guess i am fortunate to have people in my life who inspire me.Thank u!

    Marjnhomer: its about rejection and unrequited love.

    Only one: ok thanks again:)

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  28. I like bluest blue and brightest green!

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  29. such a simple but beautiful poem..leaves me thinking in soooo many directions!

    But reminds me most of my younger days when i used to guess the shapes of clouds!

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  30. How naive and emotional! Lovely! Its a gift to be able to think and the express it so clearly.

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  31. Fay: I presume by Naive you mean 'simple' as naive also has a connotation that means 'having or showing a lack of experience, judgement, or information'. Thank you for the comment.

    Pavi: thank you.

    Shalini surendran: :)

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  32. Lovely poem.. Replying a bit late but still has a charm of its own.. Wonderful.. :)

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  33. Hehe yeah I know. Your poem was so strong that it actually sucked me into the girl's thoughts and brought her to life that I happened to comment on how sweetly naive the girl was :). Sorry your poem was def not naive...it was beautiful :)

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  34. wow, a very good one, Preeti. reminded me of risks not taken and opportunities missed. :( :(
    the imagery provided me a one minute mini vacation- bluest blue skies with a cute white butter ball of a cumulus cloud floating by. a cute girl with red dress, pony tails lookin up. greenest of greens tree tops, crisp air .... ahhhhhhhhh I am refreshed. with that de-stressed thought me thinks me goes to bed.... nighty night.

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  35. I see shapes in the clouds too. I think its a lovely game for the scope of imagination's that it presents for all ages :)

    And really lovely poem too :)

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