On a sloping terrace roof,
Like the dead wash drying out
In the stern-faced sun,
Providing multi-hued
Domestic canvas
Swinging in the strong
Masculine wind of
Aggressive March,
—Due to climate change, March is May; May is March,
This phenomenon will continue in coming years as well—
The homeless pigeons
Form a grey circle,
Moving constantly against the red
Of the tiles and fierce blue of the
Autumnal sky,
Little specks moving ceaselessly,
In this rotating circle of brown-red-blue dots,
These natural dancers
Doing a Lindy Hop dance
To their self-produced
Guttural music
On that hot urban spot,
Seen only by an old guy,
Blind in right eye,
Living in the attic,
Banished there by his practical and
Well-off Indian sons and their quarrelling greedy wives,
And
Playing
Melancholy guitar
To the
Framed picture
Of his wife,
Smiling from behind the frosty glass,
In that narrow space filled with the burden of hopeless/hapless living:
The clutter of odds and ends,
And a room hardly washed,
The
Unmade bed,
Old papers scattered around,
Medicine bottles,
Half and full on a table,
About to fall;
And clinging
Fragile memories
Of a
Happy past.
The present dismal
Redeemed
In that solitary existence,
By the dance of the
Pigeons and
The strains of
An old Spanish guitar,
Echoing in a silent little hall.
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Breathtaking. A richly detailed canvas. ” Lindy Hop..” reminds me of a Spielberg picture’s opening,languid tracking shot where the audience’s attention is seamlessly brought to focus on one particular detail;in this poem’s case, it’s the old guy in the attic. To paraphrase the late Douglas Adams, this poem has it all; life,the universe and everything……. Many thanks Sunil for such an outstanding first post and share with us. On an editorial note,please feel free to make use of your site PROFILE and share some relevant biographical details,a picture is also highly recommended.
Thanks, Louis, for such encouraging words and finer critique of my poem/s. Grateful to you for giving me opportunities to post my poems and your warm responses to them that border on the lyrical. I do appreciate your comments that are so wide-ranging and relevant as well. Thanks again.
Sunil . . this piece transports one . . movement & rhythm, yet true presence defined. Thanks for sharing …
Thanks Susie for liking it. Regards.
The poem explored the possibilities of shifting from micro to macro circle and came out with an expansive canvas. Wello done, Sunilji.
Thanks a lot, Gopal, the poet who is making rich contribution to poetry, in terms of startling imagery, style and innovation.
This poem comprises one of the twelve chosen for inclusion in ” PICK OF THE POEMS “,an Editorial selection of the best poems posted during January 1 – March 31 here at Destiny Poets. Our Facebook page carried the original announcement on Saturday,17 November.PICK OF THE POEMS:QUARTERLY 2012 RETROSPECTIVE.
” PICK OF THE POEMS ” ,is an Editorial Selection of the best poems posted at http://www.destinypoets.co.uk in each quarter of 2012. Each quarter’s Selection will comprise 12 posts,tabulated in alphabetical order.We start with the 1st.quarter’s poems posted between January 1st.- March 31st. * Alice and The Hatter – Susie Bertie….* Dad I saw you well
– Jan C.Sorensen….* Daughter’s Freedom – Audrey Lines…. * Freezing Night – Iulia Gherghei….* Fused – Umarani Jayaraj….* Genesis – Reena Prasad….* Guide – Madhumita Ghosh….* Lindy Hop – Sunil Sharma….* My life partner – Lokesh Roy….* Naive Heart – Gina Mcknight….* Spring – Elizabeth Hexberg….* Time Travel – Hollie Bolster. Enjoy , share and comment.