Pongal

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meenas17
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Pongal

#1 Post by meenas17 » 13 Jan 2019, 13:35

Rejoice with gratitude,
a concept long cherished,
finds expression in a festival
known as Pongal..

It is in the courtyard. Sun's rays
flood. Floors display exquisite
drawings called Kolam.
Silver Lamps sparkle.

The brass stoves and pots
glitter with embellishments.
No modern gadgets are found.
Firewood gleams red.

The lady of the house
places the pot on the stove.
The sound of the conch
reverberates.

Milk boils and spills.
Beautiful! the fuming milk
on the shining red glow
looks picturesque.

Raw rice is steamed
along with desiccated coconut,
jaggery, ghee, cashew and raisins.
Cardamom is sprinkled.

Pongal, documents gratitude,
defines piety. The celebrations
take place to honour God,
one of fulfillment
meenas17

BobBradshaw
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Joined: 03 Jun 2016, 21:03

Re: Pongal

#2 Post by BobBradshaw » 13 Jan 2019, 21:45

Lovely piece, Meena. You are on a roll. One of your best...again. I love how much you adhere to details, like “ the fuming milk”. Or this stanza:

Raw rice is steamed
along with desiccated coconut,
jaggery, ghee, cashew and raisins.
Cardamom is sprinkled.

Michael (MV)
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Joined: 18 Apr 2005, 04:57

Re: Pongal

#3 Post by Michael (MV) » 13 Jan 2019, 22:45

Hi meenas17


this line esp resonates strong:

"No modern gadgets are found."


William Carlos Williams' ekphrastic poem "The Dance" surfaces as a model:

In Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess,
the dancers go round, they go round and
around, the squeal and the blare and the
tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles
tipping their bellies (round as the thick-
sided glasses whose wash they impound)
their hips and their bellies off balance
to turn them. Kicking and rolling
about the Fair Grounds, swinging their butts, those
shanks must be sound to bear up under such
rollicking measures, prance as they dance
in Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess.



“Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels.” ― William Carlos Williams

^^ Vision over sight

WCW, long time no see
you have been out of sight
but not out of view


8)

Michael (MV)

meenas17
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Re: Pongal

#4 Post by meenas17 » 14 Jan 2019, 16:46

Thanks, Bob.
Glad you liked the poem.
Your appreciation encourages me to write more.
meenas17

meenas17
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Re: Pongal

#5 Post by meenas17 » 14 Jan 2019, 16:51

Michael,
It is how we, the South Indians, celebrate Pongal .
Tomorrow is the day.
A lot of work to do.
Going back to the basics, cooking with firewood in an open courtyard.
Lots of fun and more.

Thanks for dropping .
meenas17

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