I am amazed at poets
Rock balancing their mind
In free style, that is
Measuring each thought well
And putting them perfectly
In classic* and counter balance**-
But look at my disobedient words-
How they frolic, wink
And go topsy-turvy
Leaving me grieving
In the space between
Sunrise and sunset
till my mind droops
and fingers pant-
till I’m all over colored
with sleep
*Classic balance is when each rock is balanced inline
**Counterbalance is when lower rocks depend on the weight of the upper rock to maintain balance
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
I love the analogy and your end lines are superb
I love the idea of poets rock balancing, Sumana and the way your disobedient words frolic, wink and go topsy-turvy!
“But look at my disobedient words-”
Gosh this poem is sooo good. I have lots of the above words.
Happy Sunday Sumana
much love…
Nice one. Not sure I can balance rocks literally or metaphorically though.
Such gorgeous use of analogy in this one, Sumana! ❤
Beautifully done, and i see the perfect balance here!
How apt is the photo you chose your piece of writing. I see nothing wrong in pushing barriers and wading in uncharted waters when writing. It would be pretty dull if we all stuck to rules and norms for I am happy to push barriers over!
Nothing wrong with your words! Frolicsome is more fun and alive than perfect, anyway.
I loved this – poems can be both symmetrical and asymmetrical. I thought yours was perfect in its asymmetry! What a lovely read.
This is beautiful, Sumana. Glad to see you in the Pantry today. I like the idea of poets being able to rock balance their mind. Ha, sometimes I wish it were the case for me. Sigh. I often feel my words disobey as well.
Rock balancing fascinates me. I love the idea that we are doing this with words. Cool.
Is it terrible that I love, love, love the idea of “disobedient words” in poetry? I love to think of them smirking at both writer and reader, whispering, Bet you weren’t expecting that, sunny.
Love the idea of rock balancing poets. We do measure each word that builds on the last.
“Balance” of all kinds are so important…and each day we are asked to learn a new form.
Oh I do love your words, the image of panting fingers is really good.
I overslept this morning, and there has been no balance in my day. But here you are holding chaos and form in perfect balance, so that I am reminded that we rarely know what’s inside. Maybe poets find what they need to keep the grieving in check,or–like me–relish the time if topsy-turvey-ness because we have to spend too much time behaving?
What is organized chaos, but finding order and balance, from the void of life. There is no right or wrong way, as each person is unique in their own way. What works for you, Sumana, may not do so, for myself.
Balancing is a delicate task, whether it’s stones or words. I’m afraid that I often fail, but I keep trying—and, of course, you do too!
I often think the key to life is balance. I struggle with that concept at times. There is an art to creating rock totems. You have to search for the right ones that will work in harmony with the others. I often create these when I go to the beach or the mountains.
I think your poem “rocks”
Wonderful dove-tailing of image with words. Utterly love: ’till I’m all over colored with sleep’ … the kind of line that lingers.
wonderful analogy! it’s amazing how these rocks are balanced. and how poets are able to find the right words to lift their works to a higher level. 🙂
“Disobedient words.” Yes. Mine have been lately as well. Nice write!