"chitchatting" poems - Hello Poetry

It was 3:30 in the morning The aunt died, heart attack they said. I only have a pale memory of her The pink-house, protest and abuse. Grandfather plucked us from there the next day The pink hibiscus my mother planted did not depart. She is dead today I went to see her in black clothes, The house, an empty aluminium box- With kids playing ‘ring around the roses’, Uncles debated politics and aunts gossiped And some moaned inside. I waited outside with few strange women, They asked me questions plenty of them The anti-social me smiled. The morning was usual Mother made noises in the kitchen with her steel plates and old radio, Father forgot the fish on his green kinetic honda, Cats had a feast that evening I did yoga, read newspaper and did- not take a wash. The dead body arrived late noon in an ambulance with her expatriate son. There was a sudden burst of cry- inside- her daughter and grandchildren. She looked like the fish to me, The fish my father brought that morning from the market, cold and dead. Her daughter’s cry reminded me of- an elapsed day in my pink house. My father kept pink flowers on her feet and prayed I did not move, sat with the same chitchatting women The chanting became loud and it reverberated. The body was finally taken to the fire My mother came late, she wept. The body burned down in minutes, Dear relatives decamped. I sat on the same chair with my cousins drawing the family tree, locating stories and laughed over family jokes. Then we sat tight lipped with brandy fumes and cashews. I came back home with my father in the green kinetic honda, I looked for the fish and the cat I could not find both.

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Sep 4, 2015

Sep 4, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC

Gaye

The aunt died

It was 3:30 in the morning The aunt died, heart attack they said. I only have a pale memory of her The pink-house, protest and abuse. Grandfather plucked us from there the next day The pink hibiscus my mother planted did not depart. She is dead today I went to see her in black clothes, The house, an empty aluminium box- With kids playing ‘ring around the roses’, Uncles debated politics and aunts gossiped And some moaned inside. I waited outside with few strange women, They asked me questions plenty of them The anti-social me smiled. The morning was usual Mother made noises in the kitchen with her steel plates and old radio, Father forgot the fish on his green kinetic honda, Cats had a feast that evening I did yoga, read newspaper and did- not take a wash. The dead body arrived late noon in an ambulance with her expatriate son. There was a sudden burst of cry- inside- her daughter and grandchildren. She looked like the fish to me, The fish my father brought that morning from the market, cold and dead. Her daughter’s cry reminded me of- an elapsed day in my pink house. My father kept pink flowers on her feet and prayed I did not move, sat with the same chitchatting women The chanting became loud and it reverberated. The body was finally taken to the fire My mother came late, she wept. The body burned down in minutes, Dear relatives decamped. I sat on the same chair with my cousins drawing the family tree, locating stories and laughed over family jokes. Then we sat tight lipped with brandy fumes and cashews. I came back home with my father in the green kinetic honda, I looked for the fish and the cat I could not find both.

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I still remember, We were working out on our chemistry On our physics class I still remember, You were singing; syncing along with me On our music class I still remember, We were chitchatting; twitting louder than the birds On the tree I still remember, We were grabbing our hearts together with us Almost everyday I still remember, We were late going to class after our date On every Friday I still remember, Nights with the moonlight with you On your lap I still remember, Every fights with you while flying high like A kite with you Lastly I also still remember, Your goodbye reason said and paid for my love Because I remember my expenses on you? I still remember...

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Jan 26, 2018

Jan 26, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC

yamunahselvamani

I Remember

I still remember, We were working out on our chemistry On our physics class I still remember, You were singing; syncing along with me On our music class I still remember, We were chitchatting; twitting louder than the birds On the tree I still remember, We were grabbing our hearts together with us Almost everyday I still remember, We were late going to class after our date On every Friday I still remember, Nights with the moonlight with you On your lap I still remember, Every fights with you while flying high like A kite with you Lastly I also still remember, Your goodbye reason said and paid for my love Because I remember my expenses on you? I still remember...

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I grew up today. I unpacked, practiced smiling in the mirror, and then proceeded downstairs to chitchat. "How grown up!", thought I, the act of chitchatting to be.

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Sep 23, 2013

Sep 23, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC

samantha-goodman

I Grew Up.

I grew up today. I unpacked, practiced smiling in the mirror, and then proceeded downstairs to chitchat. "How grown up!", thought I, the act of chitchatting to be.

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