Air India
Air India
She returns to a husband
in posh Kali-ben.
The vicissitudes of the city
heavy like lead paint thrown
on Rabindra Setu Bridge.
The pillowcase and towel
hold a swirl of pectin scent,
the cup branded by a burnt
maroon mouth.
Rain pours with both hands.
Streets fold into white ash.
Lights turn-on soft as women
talking in a kitchen.
I drift
like a man without work.
Life pissed into a corner.
in posh Kali-ben.
The vicissitudes of the city
heavy like lead paint thrown
on Rabindra Setu Bridge.
The pillowcase and towel
hold a swirl of pectin scent,
the cup branded by a burnt
maroon mouth.
Rain pours with both hands.
Streets fold into white ash.
Lights turn-on soft as women
talking in a kitchen.
I drift
like a man without work.
Life pissed into a corner.
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Re: Air India
A prolific time for you these past two months,
glad you got the bug to write again.
So good to see you well and happy,
writing is your game.
L3 vicissitudes (a change of circumstances or fortune typically one that is unpleasant or unwelcome)
As you are using a name I feel bridge should be in capitals, of course normally lower case, but as a name then capitalise.
Rain pours across the city doesn't work for me, something typically Bernie is needed here
remember your overflowing rain drain in one England visit pom. Bring that poem to bear.
Pillowcase is one word in British English, not sure about the rebel American spelling.
She returns to a husband in posh (port out starboard home, you know this of course, all to do with the sun on P & O Liners to and fro India), I would like to know what sort of husband, drunk or kind, terrible or wonderful, fat or thin, did she miss his manhood his smell, his rough hands, his poetry. Just husband makes it so plain. Up to you, you pom.
We critics always demand more then complain if the poem is verbose.
I likie:
Rabindra Setu Bridge
a cup branded by a burned maroon mouth
a swirl of pectin scent
posh Kali-ben
all good, all evocative.
regards
the Welshman
glad you got the bug to write again.
So good to see you well and happy,
writing is your game.
L3 vicissitudes (a change of circumstances or fortune typically one that is unpleasant or unwelcome)
As you are using a name I feel bridge should be in capitals, of course normally lower case, but as a name then capitalise.
Rain pours across the city doesn't work for me, something typically Bernie is needed here
remember your overflowing rain drain in one England visit pom. Bring that poem to bear.
Pillowcase is one word in British English, not sure about the rebel American spelling.
She returns to a husband in posh (port out starboard home, you know this of course, all to do with the sun on P & O Liners to and fro India), I would like to know what sort of husband, drunk or kind, terrible or wonderful, fat or thin, did she miss his manhood his smell, his rough hands, his poetry. Just husband makes it so plain. Up to you, you pom.
We critics always demand more then complain if the poem is verbose.
I likie:
Rabindra Setu Bridge
a cup branded by a burned maroon mouth
a swirl of pectin scent
posh Kali-ben
all good, all evocative.
regards
the Welshman
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Re: Air India
B
I agree with what Frank says.
The rain stanza can be more than the afternoon rain.Otherwise enjoyed.She comes back to a husband is self explanatory.
S
I agree with what Frank says.
The rain stanza can be more than the afternoon rain.Otherwise enjoyed.She comes back to a husband is self explanatory.
S
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Re: Air India
I like these two lines especially:
heavy like lead paint thrown
on Rabindra Setu bridge.
heavy like lead paint thrown
on Rabindra Setu bridge.
Re: Air India
Bob---
me too.
Siva---
let me think about that husband...what line could i use to individualize him? I don't want him to share the spotlight with the first person narrator, know what i mean? well, will think slowly about that.
frank---
wow, you got me thinking wild thoughts 'bout this pom. my, my.
agree with your comments, now, what to do about it...LOL.
(to be cont.)
bernie
me too.
Siva---
let me think about that husband...what line could i use to individualize him? I don't want him to share the spotlight with the first person narrator, know what i mean? well, will think slowly about that.
frank---
wow, you got me thinking wild thoughts 'bout this pom. my, my.
agree with your comments, now, what to do about it...LOL.
(to be cont.)
bernie
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Re: Air India
Such a strong poem....I love these lines:
Lights turn-on soft as women
talking in a kitchen.
The ending is such a dramatic change in tone. Nothing prepares me for it. It's a knockout punch.
Lights turn-on soft as women
talking in a kitchen.
The ending is such a dramatic change in tone. Nothing prepares me for it. It's a knockout punch.
Re: Air India
BOB---
i hope you know i wouldn't just shock a reader when the poem has nothing else to offer, so i especially treasure your comment. i follow this narrator closely, saying goodbye to a lover who is returning to a husband, a narrator who sees his city in visceral yet sensitive terms, and then in a moment of strained insight he offers a summation, a judgement of his own life.
thanks for taking this disturbing walk in the dark city.
bernie
i hope you know i wouldn't just shock a reader when the poem has nothing else to offer, so i especially treasure your comment. i follow this narrator closely, saying goodbye to a lover who is returning to a husband, a narrator who sees his city in visceral yet sensitive terms, and then in a moment of strained insight he offers a summation, a judgement of his own life.
thanks for taking this disturbing walk in the dark city.
bernie
Re: Air India
Through your lens the sequoia swallowed me
like a dryad. The camera flashed & forgot.
I, on the other hand, must practice my absent-
mindedness, memory being awkward as a touch
that goes unloved. Lately your eyes have shut
down to a shade more durable than skin’s. I know you
love distance, how it smooths. You choose an aerial view,
the city angled to abstraction, while I go for the close
exposures: poorly-mounted countenances along Broadway,
the pigweed cracking each hardscrabble backlot.
It’s a matter of perspective: yours is to love me
from a block away & mine is to praise the grain-
iness that weaves expressively: your face.
like a dryad. The camera flashed & forgot.
I, on the other hand, must practice my absent-
mindedness, memory being awkward as a touch
that goes unloved. Lately your eyes have shut
down to a shade more durable than skin’s. I know you
love distance, how it smooths. You choose an aerial view,
the city angled to abstraction, while I go for the close
exposures: poorly-mounted countenances along Broadway,
the pigweed cracking each hardscrabble backlot.
It’s a matter of perspective: yours is to love me
from a block away & mine is to praise the grain-
iness that weaves expressively: your face.
Re: Air India
Lovely accents and tones that say so much. Good poem. Nothing to change. Maybe you'll add more? I see you've turned to shorter poems.
Re: Air India
WRITER AMA---
thanks for your comment.
especially,
I, on the other hand, must practice my absent-
mindedness, memory being awkward as a touch
that goes unloved.
nice close that stays in character---that is photography.
very nice. i buy the idea, let the poem stay in character, the references in related range---dropping the cover story (usually a surprise ending) only for a strong story reason supported by tone if not actual fact...
welcome.
Billy---
i was wondering about that too....shorter poms, not some deep mental circuit....hey, there is a new line...LOL.
several poets in this forum take real chances...certainly you're one of them. pushing the context in search of ever more complex, ever more subtle meanings. so i especially appreciate your comment.
BOB:
looking forward to your next poem.
bernie
thanks for your comment.
especially,
I, on the other hand, must practice my absent-
mindedness, memory being awkward as a touch
that goes unloved.
nice close that stays in character---that is photography.
very nice. i buy the idea, let the poem stay in character, the references in related range---dropping the cover story (usually a surprise ending) only for a strong story reason supported by tone if not actual fact...
welcome.
Billy---
i was wondering about that too....shorter poms, not some deep mental circuit....hey, there is a new line...LOL.
several poets in this forum take real chances...certainly you're one of them. pushing the context in search of ever more complex, ever more subtle meanings. so i especially appreciate your comment.
BOB:
looking forward to your next poem.
bernie