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It is a heyday,
the calls and the answers
the pressure and the inevitable
check me.

I attend the screaming door bell.
attend to the whistles of the cooker
prevent the doors  from banging 
play foil to the car honks.

I run to the porch
see an old friend.
nod my head  right to left
with vigour.

Knot my unkempt hair
dry my wet palms
embrace my friend
with love.

She stares at me,
at my hair drawn up high
at my saree crushed, 
at my stature .

She is in a trance
glances at me for a while,
Amused or bemused
I honestly do not realize.

She speaks 
"Is it truly you?"
She sighs
with a remorse. 

Long back,"you were
dressed immaculate,  
displayed  elegance,  
now seem devastated".

An accomplishment, I declare.
Messy and exhausted
I appear, but I enjoy
these days better.

Forgetfulness has set. 
I miss the valuables.,
place one over the other.
walk absent minded.

There is no less contentment
I do denounce myself,
laugh at my follies.
Am stupid. I know.

Joy sustain
being life more so.
As such I react with spirit
not with reason anymore.

This is breathless to read Meena
it captures the unkept busy housewife.
Very good.

Thanks, Frank.
You are so kind.

I can nominate if you wish Meena.

Please, Frank.

Meena

I think you can start this poem here:

"I run to the porch"

-the preceding stanzas feel like warm up to the rest of it. They also haven't yet captured the snappy cadence of the following stanzas- and that cadence supports the content of the poem.

In the poem you have a non patterned tonal internal rhyming that enhances the pace of the poem. Look for ways to take further advantage of that where it doesn't happen.

Meena


now seem devastated". If you were to write

now you seem
devastated

it would sound better.

 
Hi meenas17,

in accord w/ Cormack - that's where the poem began for me -


yet reconsider "I run to the porch" as, Again I find myself / hurrying to the porch

Again I find myself
hurrying to the porch,
see there's an old friend.
nod my head right to left
with vigour.

Knot my unkempt hair
dry my palms
embrace my friend
with love.

She stares at my
hair drawn up high
at my saree crushed.

She is in a trance
absorbed by shifted stature.
Amused or bemused
I honestly do not realize.

Eventually she speaks,
"Is it truly you?"
then with a remorse, sighs.

"Long back you were
dressed immaculate,
displayed elegance,
now seem devastated."

An accomplishment, I declare.
Messy and exhausted
I appear, but I am enlightened
and enjoy these days better.
responding with spirit
instead of reacting with reason.


in the spirit of workshopping

Michael (MV)

Cormack wrote:I think you can start this poem here:

"I run to the porch"

-the preceding stanzas feel like warm up to the rest of it. They also haven't yet captured the snappy cadence of the following stanzas- and that cadence supports the content of the poem.

In the poem you have a non patterned tonal internal rhyming that enhances the pace of the poem. Look for ways to take further advantage of that where it doesn't happen.

 
 
 
 

I like this also but agree it could start at the point that's been pointed out. It's a full poem, though, one that packs a punch.

Nicely done Meena hope it does well in IBPC.

Michael, I was in a remote area where there was no internet.
I am back home a few hours before.
Apologize for not responding.

Thanks Riley and Dale.
Sorry for the late reply.