Back after a hiatus of a few months. Missed PoetBay sorely.




The Yellow Chrysanthemum

 

After Louise Glück

 

Legs rooted in the plastic vase, I push

my frail body up, open my many arms

to my morbid messiah, my jaundiced sun.

Inhaling a lungful city air from this high

window, I dream of meadows, where my old

companions toss their bodies, their souls

in an unsayable rhythm of an unsayable song.

A splash of gold, a touch of vermillion above—

and I open my heart to the curious visitors

wanting to know what drives this little

red-and-yellow engine. No, not desire—

but a lack thereof. At the end of desire

is a door, from where I’ll walk out, wilt & wither,

and meet my fate. Whatever returns, returns

with a certainty, returns to plant its tired legs, 

to flower again beneath the sun-kissed space,

to seek meaning inside the suburban windows,

to breathe, to grow, sans desire/sans hope.





Poetry by Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-04-02 at 17:08

Tags Life  Desire  Growth 

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Woo-hoo, bibek. This is indeed very fine, a super-solid descriptive piece. We particularly like the colours and 'I dream of meadows'. Well done indeedy :>)
2021-04-06


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
The penultimate lines make what is a wonderful poem, superb

Elle x
2021-04-03


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is fine, fine writing, Bibek.
2021-04-02


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well written Bibek! Wonderful imagery. Nice to have you back in the family!
2021-04-02


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
So the pupil becomes the teacher, as it should. This is masterful.

The absence may have served you well, offered time and space to think and read and compose, and appreciate.
2021-04-02


Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Superlative. That third line! But the whole poem, really.
2021-04-02