The guava tree


    She pretends she does not limp
    Resting a hand on the wobbly knee
    Her bones could be heard creaking.
    The shopping is utterly irresistible .

   The last time she went shopping
    She had a minor sprain in her ankle
    The doctor made such a ruckus.

    A thought comes like a yellow
    Autumn leaf riding down layers of air
    Her sister is gone; she is next in line .

    But she has a lot of work to do yet
    There is so much to celebrate -

    The resplendent colors of crisp cottons
    And the joy of finger-feeling their sheen
    And a thousand other joyful flippancies
    One could haggle deliciously while feeling
    Their smooth texture and complain of quality
    A Saturday shopping expedition followed by
    Hot snacks at the roadside restaurant
    Warm summer days of family reunions
    Ambient evenings of perfumed weddings.

    She crinkles her eyes to peer through
    The sky-spaces of the old guava tree
    In the backyard of her ancient house
    It is all the same ;nothing has changed
    So much to do and so much to celebrate
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Comments:
 
nisheedhi   nisheedhi wrote
on 1/27/2009 8:59:04 AM
@ Sapphirecat :Thanks for your comments @calamity :thanks for your comments

SapphireCat   SapphireCat wrote
on 1/27/2009 6:55:22 AM
Excellent. Even better than your last one. Please post more! :)

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Poetry based upon actual experiences, not one thought up in the intellectual aridness of a pseudo-thinker. Words as they mean in the specific context of recollected thought or image , not meaning several things at a time but that which re-creates an aura or a haze of an earlier experience.
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