Saturday, 22 September 2012

Accidental solitude


I wake up early
when the pink paws
of light scrabble
at the windows

 

and your arm
is seaweed deep
around me
and I heave
the weight of
ancient, ancient lovesleep

 

rise slowly
a single small bubble
breaks the surface
weightless

 

the day mixes
its own scents
in hurried strokes
milk delivery,
newsprint kept
fresh, the medium
untainted by
the bombs and blood
it must carry,

 

get quick rich coffee
stale food somewhere
in the corner
of the sink
maybe the bin
needs a clean

 

the island in the kitchen
swiped of all presence

 

the light washes the road
like a cat with a
pink clean tongue

 

leaf coloured
winds sweep in
and lunge
at fallen litter
yesterday’s brown
paper packet

 

a scrap of chiffony
plastic waves
a flag
against the
chicken mesh
wire fence

 

and flowers
of Shiuli
with their
small pinwheel
faces and cheeky
monkey orange
bottoms thrust
up in the air

 

surround each tree
in its own white
blossom island

 

who said I am not
an island?

 



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19 comments:

  1. that was delightful. Having seen red-butt monkeys and some of your images helped me. Ioved your word choices.
    My favorite: "the light washes the road
    like a cat with a
    pink clean tongue"
    Excellent! Thank you.

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  2. PS, I clicked the link. I wished more people would link their poems for readers who want more context, more hints, more background, more fullness. So they can understand what the author actually intended instead of using the poem as an Ink Blot solipistic indulgence ! :-)
    Thanx for the link!

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    1. Thanks for clicking through...n the feedback...glad you found the link useful

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  3. This is beautiful Nilanjana...captured the day so well with imagery.

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    1. Thank you, Janu...so pleased you liked it..

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  4. smiles...this is lovely...very natural but also more....and great peace in it as well....light washes the road like a cat with a pink tongue...ha, love that description...

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    1. Thank you for the feedback...much valued! The wash of autumn light....beyond every description..

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  5. Awesome imagery, fabulous poem.

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    1. Thanks Sulekha...for everything here n elsewhere :)

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  6. nice...love the question at the end...and...

    the light washes the road
    like a cat with a
    pink clean tongue... is just an awesome image...i like much..

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    1. sometimes being an island feels so good, with all due respect to Donne! :) Thanks for coming over...so glad you enjoyed the question..

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  7. the day mixes
    its own scents
    in hurried strokes
    milk delivery,
    newsprint kept
    fresh, the medium
    untainted by
    the bombs and blood
    it must carry

    i have never read a more perfect description of the morning routine. thank you for sharing this beautiful poem

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    1. Thank you for the feedback...much valued

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  8. ..a tremendous poem, Nilanjana!

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    1. Thank you for reading...much appreciated..

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  9. I just logged in and read your poem. First read of my day.
    Must tell you, made me feel languorous and beautiful :D

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