that vague instant
when I hunch into myself with my mug lowered,
fragile yet too severe to crumple;
with an intense stillness,
sipping thick brown
swirling substance,
much too murky to penetrate
with anything other than taste-
desiccated, and rolling over at once
over tongue. unexpectedly
aware to hazily hopeless uncertainty;
intractable and arrogant-
my smile comes across.
"sipping thick brown
ReplyDeleteswirling substance,
much too murky to penetrate
with anything other than taste-"
I think you've successfully described the mornings of millions of people, all over the planet!
yes, sounds like my mornings :)
ReplyDeleteDilmah!
ReplyDelete"fragile yet too severe to crumple"
ReplyDeleteI like that. Even if it's temporary due to a caffeine withdrawal, it still says a lot.
Another beautiful one, Gautami.
oh yes! ermmm - i'm so not a morning person.
ReplyDeleteloved these lines:
"fragile yet too severe to crumple;
with an intense stillness"
mmmmm stretch....
ReplyDeleteI think I couldn't get across what I intended to convey. It has nothing to do with morning.
ReplyDeleteWell, I wrote it that way...
If you've plugged into other people's mornings, that's all right, too, gautami.
ReplyDelete"It has nothing to do with morning."
ReplyDeleteLOL!!!
All coffee fanatics raise your hands.
Sorry Gautami - maybe it was the reading of it first thing in the morning that created a certain interpretation.
I liked the somber mood of this poem.
ReplyDeleteCx
that's funny,Rhi........i thought Guinness was the liquid in question........
ReplyDeletewell done gautami
A whole new way of looking at drinking coffee. (raising mug) cheers to that.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of "hunching" into yourself.
That sounds like a damn fine cup o coffee
ReplyDeleteVery evocative! :-)
ReplyDeleteand yes yes yes to Dilmah ... my fav tea! :-)
ReplyDeleteVery cool poem. :)
ReplyDeleteintractable and arrogant-
ReplyDeletemy smile comes across.
I like that part...
Great work, Gautami. I came here on a whim from Susan Helene Gottfried's blog - and I'm glad I did.
ReplyDeleteI grew up in India and it figures prominently in my first novel.
oh yes - coffee
ReplyDeletewhen it's good it really is good :)
thank you
ah... there's no life before the morning coffee! :)
ReplyDeletegood one!
I love how you word potray the feelings..bringing poetry to us
ReplyDeleteNasra