gifts of this season
Gifts are still wrapped under a tree
on an island amidst a river
flowing through our house. A trite bridge
quivers; strong wind this winter, strong wind
all seasons; strong wind make us tremble,
make us want to leave this house sometimes.
But gifts are still wrapped and there may be
a childhood building set waiting with
instructions on a thin printed page.
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Taste of tannin
Quandary ends abruptly; with him gone,
mother pours a good cup of worn heart
for the daughter. The taste of tannin
lingers through the childhood. Still she falls.
Love breaks her carapace. Love touches her
where she is a princess not a girl
reared in a family of mothers
and kittens like desultory wishes.
That moment passes; pearls turn to stones.
She wears careless sweaters and rumors
till love makes yet another home run.
Quandary ends abruptly; oh stop,
Mrs. Something. What do you know of
these precious moments? Taste of tannin?
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a taste of tannin:
symbols of waiting, waiting too long for what might be, waiting too long for what might have been. Brilliant juxtaposition.
taste of tannin
taste of tannin
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Light,
Siddartha
salt and pepper
flavors and favors
spice up the dull
of living in between
orgasmic bliss
and innocent kiss
"strong wind make us tremble,
make us want to leave this house sometimes"
Families are often wracked with problems and issues and sometimes those issues take their toll. Escaping our family would bring us peace but that peace would be short lived. Our families are a part of us and that can never be changed.
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
A family of mothers, almost like the Joy Luck Club. Except, who is this interfering stranger throwing stones? Against the daughter, an accusation? And yet, how better to answer this Mrs. Something back, this interloper, than to counter her while you're both eating. Diplomacy is, itself, warfare in disguise.
A gift to me would be employment.
trick of swinging
Poem 2: I can feel the tension between the old and new generations. Do we marry for love or for convenience?
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
trick of swinging
trick of swinging
Thanks Kushal.
trick of swinging
Wondering if you can, realizing not to give up...trying to believe in what you only want to believe in, but don't really.
There are many gifts that we don't see, but there are just as many that we count on.
This is featured in the group, Our Neighborhood,
for the hope and many changes life brings to us.
Thank-you,
Marilyn
trick of swinging
for the daughter
Powerful words, their simplicity carrying the meaning straight into the heart. I felt this one.
Love touches her
where she is a princess not a girl
That one line says it all, doesn't it?
These were very good, Poddar. I liked the first one too-- do you celebrate Christmas?
trick of swinging
trick of swinging
featured at Grass Roots Writing
with many thanks Kushal
Mark