"pomelo" poems - Hello Poetry

I'm coming from afar I tell the woman the last time I came I could walk straight to the river now monsoon mud has made a mess can only glimpse the river's face is there still a way on dry feet? She raises her eyes no way she says it's all shrub and slush but you can have a look at my garden pomelo and papaya, gourd and green banana, I haggle over price wouldn't settle for less than a bargain she smiles all the way succumbs with ease for the take a bag too she gives. As I leave her on the falling day I feel no loss not finding the river's way.

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Oct 13, 2015

Oct 13, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

The River's Way

I'm coming from afar I tell the woman the last time I came I could walk straight to the river now monsoon mud has made a mess can only glimpse the river's face is there still a way on dry feet? She raises her eyes no way she says it's all shrub and slush but you can have a look at my garden pomelo and papaya, gourd and green banana, I haggle over price wouldn't settle for less than a bargain she smiles all the way succumbs with ease for the take a bag too she gives. As I leave her on the falling day I feel no loss not finding the river's way.

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I popped a new candle out of its glass flamingo decorated coffin and put it in a larger once clear and full of wax but now sooty vessel I wanted to burn it but I bought it for my mother the flamingo enthusiast who has covered our house in flamingo cookie jars and curtains and little flamingo wine toppers so I bought the candle for 7.99 to add to the collection I knew she wouldn’t care about the candle as much as the jar it lived in so I rescued it briefly only to crush its hopes by replacing it immediately in an ill fitting ***** home where another of its kind had already died The problem I face is that this candle somehow escaped my murderous hands by burning so incredibly uneven that the wax consumed the wick rendering it completely unburnable I’m feeling a little disappointed but I suppose congratulations are in order

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May 6, 2017

May 6, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC

mialee

Pomelo & Sea Salt

I popped a new candle out of its glass flamingo decorated coffin and put it in a larger once clear and full of wax but now sooty vessel I wanted to burn it but I bought it for my mother the flamingo enthusiast who has covered our house in flamingo cookie jars and curtains and little flamingo wine toppers so I bought the candle for 7.99 to add to the collection I knew she wouldn’t care about the candle as much as the jar it lived in so I rescued it briefly only to crush its hopes by replacing it immediately in an ill fitting ***** home where another of its kind had already died The problem I face is that this candle somehow escaped my murderous hands by burning so incredibly uneven that the wax consumed the wick rendering it completely unburnable I’m feeling a little disappointed but I suppose congratulations are in order

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....and nowhere near the sea................yet, there is much around me, to pamper my soul... i stand in the middle of the backyard facing the old, mossy concrete fence... a shady jackfruit tree greets me, ninety degrees to my left, a tall breadfruit tree towers over me...both, are with a fruit...or three... further back, a young coconut tree grows taller, bends towards the spiky pomelo branches and completes the square of a hunting arena, a mess hall for creatures...in the heat of day, or in the cold of the night... :::::::: Then, there are these small corners on the left and right sides of the house where sunrise peeks, and sunset dips, smiling, in the morning, in shades of yellow, tints of red, purple and blue on late afternoons... a night sky eventually looms, and further enchants when an ivory, or creamy moon rises, in soft-toned glow,..waxing, or waning ......half, full, or crescent-shaped... :::::::: i could fill this page with neighbors i co-exist with, both human, and otherwise, brightly colored, furry, or dark-skinned...could be friendly.....or unfriendly they make me sad...giggle...sometimes, angry, they amaze me...they all fill my days with wonder each time I wander within the corners and walls that attest to my presence safely propped, by the steel beams.......of my existence... :::::::: Sally Copyright January 12, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Jan 11, 2017

Jan 11, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC

sally-a-bayan

I Am Far From the Woods...

....and nowhere near the sea................yet, there is much around me, to pamper my soul... i stand in the middle of the backyard facing the old, mossy concrete fence... a shady jackfruit tree greets me, ninety degrees to my left, a tall breadfruit tree towers over me...both, are with a fruit...or three... further back, a young coconut tree grows taller, bends towards the spiky pomelo branches and completes the square of a hunting arena, a mess hall for creatures...in the heat of day, or in the cold of the night... :::::::: Then, there are these small corners on the left and right sides of the house where sunrise peeks, and sunset dips, smiling, in the morning, in shades of yellow, tints of red, purple and blue on late afternoons... a night sky eventually looms, and further enchants when an ivory, or creamy moon rises, in soft-toned glow,..waxing, or waning ......half, full, or crescent-shaped... :::::::: i could fill this page with neighbors i co-exist with, both human, and otherwise, brightly colored, furry, or dark-skinned...could be friendly.....or unfriendly they make me sad...giggle...sometimes, angry, they amaze me...they all fill my days with wonder each time I wander within the corners and walls that attest to my presence safely propped, by the steel beams.......of my existence... :::::::: Sally Copyright January 12, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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