Tuesday, 17 June 2014
PLACES
Small
space always interests me a lot
The
world is infinite to the small me
So
I nurture a me-space in my heart
Where
tree-dreams blossom to take their wings
Baobabs
beside the Zambezi beckon
The
world is infinite to the small me
Those
dewy eyes will never let me run
Seeing
me her frail frame flutters in joy
Baobabs
beside the Zambezi beckon
The
night long journey to her makes my day
Dreamy
Africa slowly disappears
Seeing
me her frail frame flutters in joy
Even
longest day sheds its light I fear
Yellow
blooms on my doorsteps catch my eye
Dreamy
Africa slowly disappears
I
behold the sinking tangerine ray
Small
space always interests me a lot
Yellow
blooms on my doorsteps catch my eye
So
I nurture a me-space in my heart
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oh, Africa looks lovely, and your poem brought some great scenery to life... especially liked,
ReplyDeleteBaobabs beside the Zambezi beckon... Baobabs are amazing trees
smiles...sounds lovely...and i love small spaces too...i like to find the small places only the locals know...untouched by all the tourists....africa...i will meet her for the first time in october...smiles.
ReplyDeleteAfrica with all the mysteries and unique happenings. Somehow it may be the playground of the famous and rich with lots of spare cash. Otherwise discoveries are just waiting for others to know better! Great write Sumana!
ReplyDeleteHank
A space like that sounds wonderful - I have never visited Africa but I think I would prefer places where nature is big and I can see more stars than people.
ReplyDeletein the tinest atoms, the smallest of volumes, yet it consists of almost all empty space. Perhaps that's where love resides.
ReplyDeleteWow--I like this!
ReplyDeleteAh Africa with all its mysteries beckon me to their world of unknown too. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI thought I'd already posted this comment, Sumana, but here it is again with apologies if you got it before...
ReplyDeleteI like the sinking tangerine ray but love the Baobabs beckoning - lovely words about a wonderful place.
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ReplyDeleteYou've done something lovely (and difficult) with the form here--the dreamlike repetition--and given us beautiful visuals.
ReplyDeleteI dream of Africa, like I dream of Scotland; your poetic perspective, starting within, reducing the start of the journey to the level of atoms, or inner reserves, is very creative; nice job with the prompt.
ReplyDeletenurturing that me-space is important - and i would love to go to africa one day... have some invitations to south africa - so maybe that trip is not too far away...smiles
ReplyDeleteyou make is sound so nice
ReplyDeleteLovely! The repetition is very nice, and I love "tree-dreams"!
ReplyDeleteThat "me-place" in my heart--that's what I was aiming for in mine. Wherever we are is the best. You nailed it!
ReplyDeleteloved the repetion in this piece. Africa would certainly be an interesting place to see!
ReplyDeleteWhen we carry that space we will never be lost, no matter how much we risk getting close to small things rather than take a distant view from the boundary of foreignness and familiarity. Beautifully measured piece.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Susan and the poem was lovely with the falling refrains - not quite a villanelle, but interesting. Liked it a lot!
ReplyDeleteinto Africa where the heart can roam wild and free..favorite line
ReplyDeleteWhere tree-dreams blossom to take their wings..may dreams always blossom. Small places are nice too much can be learned..enjoyed your poem..
Yes, it is good to nurture a me-space in the heart. :-) It provides solace.
ReplyDeleteLovely writing here. :-)
Lovely set of closing ideas, and nice tangerine image!
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