Parasols in sun
beside a fountain
encircled by red
geraniums
deaden my senses,
momentarily,
to earthquake cries,
gulf oil crisis,
disappearing reefs,
suicide bombings,
this whole mad, mad world
and my dad’s cancer.
I fold my napkin,
smooth my white sundress,
pay a ticket, leave
a tip, then step back
into time on earth.
You weave words like a spider weaves her web….beautiful!! x
Thank you for those kind and encouraging words.
Very simple, very powerful. It’s not cafes for me, but you capture the whole essence of escape. Great wording.
Thank you, WDP
I really appreciate your comment.
I think this perfectly exemplifies the power of succinctness and brevity that certain gifted people like you posses, along with an acute and deep sensitivity to bring together so many aspects of life and weave them together as gently as one garnishes a desert.
Without any exaggeration, Darlene, this is one of my favourite poems, right up there with my other favourites such as Eliot’s Four Quartets. You have a gift, and I honestly hope that the world sees it.
Best Wishes for your dad’s cancer.
Peace.
Sumedh,
Your words bless me so deeply. Thank you hardly seems adequate, but they are the best words I have. You honor me greatly.
So poignant and beautiful. I wish you and your Dad all the very best. Thank you for sharing this.
Maureen,
Thank you so much for your kindness!
nice poem,
The best thing I have read so far tonight as I am trawling wordpress idly!
I like the way you move from ‘frame’ to frame to frame, ending with you as a character simultaneously making your exit of the peaceful settting and your re-entrance to the world.
Thank you very much. Your words are wonderfully encouraging.