The month of June, unexploded
The month of June is the month both of them had expired.
I must admit, it happened in two different years;
one long, long before my birth, the other when I knew
all about the death, its smells. I can remember them though.
My grandparents’ photographs are clear and sharp enough.
The month of June enters through the window; buzz around
in the shape of a tiny trivial leaf-cutter bee;
it circles the framed photos and it has short life span!
I wave it off to someplace where its foods are waiting.
Talking of buzz, both of them, my grandparents have seen war;
droning bombers in the sky. I have not seen those days yet,
now and then I can explore one or two unexploded
shells, ammos, half embedded. They can still burn our days.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Summer in tropics
I
Here it is an evening now
descending from a horse.
Heat reflects my days work,
all washed in sweats.
II
Heat makes it difficult
to digest bacons
so some makes it a cult.
to be vegetarians
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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"Yet" and "still" are chilling reminders, Kushal. Well written.
I can never thank you enough.
I hope you are preparing a volume of poetry to publish, Kushal, for these two in particular have entered my senses this morning....I am awaiting the awful heat but it is not here, yet, but I could feel everything through your poems.
You have a natural gift for imagery and dense work.
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I love how you move the reflections seemlessly through the first poem. The transition from the memory to the fly buzzing in the present to touch of war is incredible.
The second put me right in the sun's ray. The last line made me reflect on my own recent decision to become a vegetarian. It has been a few weeks now, and I must say, my body feels better, my mind is clearer, and my soul is relieved from the guilt, knowing all life is precious.
Thanks, poddar, you've put me in the right frame of mind this morning. :)
Thank you sir for this personal, reminiscing walk through June. My mother was born on June 25th, got married on June 25, and was laid to rest on June 25th. Which is today and I might not have remembered. Thank you my brother.
:+)
Today is my grandfather's death anniversary and Monday is my granny's
The month of June, unexploded
These memories are forever planted in your heart and mind, and you've expressed them eloquently in this poem. It is presently featured in the Thursday Writing Essential.
This is my day, isn't it?
Powerful~deeply grooving into the psyche~
Thank you for posting to GutterGirls~
A nice tribute, with an all too truthful ending, and a sheet of warmth.
thanks
This is super lovely friend!
If you wish you can post this to my group, Anythingwriting
As usual Kushal, you have written powerful, sad yet heartwarming tribute to your grandparents.....
the other two seemed to flow right on, I love how you write, it is amazing! Like Katheryn, I was wondering if you have putting these together for a book of poems? We all sure do like them!
A loving and lovely tribute to your grandparents. Thank you for sharing with READING BOOKS ONLINE!
A fine tribute to your grandparents and to us in your second one, thanks Poddar.
The tiny messenger, "leaf cutter bee" has buzzed your thoughts and memories well. I like how you reflect into the larger picture.
Thanks for posting to The Surreal Circus
(We're you raised by your grand parents? Closeness to extended family is not something I knew as a child but have always admired.)
I have also lived where there are still shells in the ground from war - its an odd experience. Here you juxtapose it nicely with your exploration of your relationship to your grandparents.
i've tried being a vegetarian, didn't work. i don't eat as much meat as i used to though
Very poignant for me. June is also the month when two very significant family members expired; but in my case, it was in the same year.
Well crafted, Kushal.
This is a very thoughtful way to remember your grandparents. I never knew any of my grandfathers. They all died before we were born except one, who took off never to be heard from again. You poem makes me realize that we learn to love our deceased family members through the reminiscences of others in the family and/or friends. This makes me feel a kindness, Kushal. Ver nice.
Moving and lovely tribute. The others comments are hard to follow, but I agree with all their praise. Thank you for posting to our group, The Poet’s Circle.
Very nice job as always. Thank you for the tributes.
I like your metaphor/symbols for the tentativeness of life and the uncertainty from the dangers that link us to the past. This is subtle, profound, and ominous at the same time. All in the merry, merry month of June.
thanks for sharing your poem
I always enjoy your poetry. It is graceful.
and at certain times of year the very air makes you remember that day again. Beautiful.
I like the necessity of vegetarianism rather than the eclectic of it!
Your poetry always has the power to move me. Thank you so much for the emotions you pull from me with your words. Peace
I lived your second poem yesterday, but they are both excellent.
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Beautiful tribute. Thanks for sharing.
I miss my gramps. Thanks for this one at the top. The others were good as well.
I thank you for writing this tribute made me think of my grandmother, she was a shinning star in our family, the rock
God Bless You
very nicely done!
A beautiful and heartwarming tribute. I wanted to comment on your tribute to Kathryn's amazing father too but the comment box would not show up for me.
You did such a touching job on that too.
Poddar again I thank you for a.wounderful poem.
"They can still burn our days."
How true this is. Those who don't remember history are doomed to repeat it.
"...makes it a cult.
to be vegetarians"
What does this mean?