I prefer being smothered to a gentle kiss
I prefer listening to Masters speak to outward banter
I prefer tuning inward to acting out
I prefer children at play to children behind desks
I prefer sharing, fruits, and romance to closed doors, evening tea and politics
I prefer silver anklets, sarees and gold, to threads, bikinis and beads
I prefer water, heat, snowfalls and rains
I prefer wet earth and beach sand, to parched lands and desert dunes
I prefer bicycles and phone calls to a friend, to motorcycles and medicine pills
I prefer audiences and medicine men to empty chairs and antibiotics
I prefer oils and piercings to creams and clip-ons
I prefer winds and humidity to dry heat and mold
I prefer beauty and vulnerability to neglect and conclusions
I prefer grandmothers and touch
I prefer many of those things, too. Others remind me how different it is to live far from my home than to be always in the greening.
Dear Brenda, It is your post which inspired me to write this poem. Thank you. I feel grateful to meet a kindred spirit.
What do you mean when you say, ‘how different it is to live far from my home than to be always in the greening.’?
Your descriptions of ocean breezes and the desert reminded me of places I’ve been that aren’t like New England, where the greening of spring is coming. If the snow will ever melt. I’m always happy to meet another kindred spirit. Thanks for coming by.
I now understand. It’s summer in the South of India. We live in the tropical part of India. This summer heat and flaming sun, ripens a large variety of fruits while also making fragrant flowers bloom in joy. One day, your travels will bring you here too …
That would be wonderful. I always love where I am, home or on travels.
so beautiful and resonating…
I can see this as a handmade picture book with a ‘line-to-a-page’, with your artwork ofcourse…
with love and light
Thank you for sharing in my joy, Priya. My poem was inspired after reading the poem entitled ‘Possibilities’ by poet laureate Wislawa Szymborska. You may enjoy reading it, and perhaps, be inspired to write your own poem too.
Thanks for the reference to
Wislawa Szymborska. And this sweet line jumps out of ‘Possibilities’ …
‘I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.’
So cute and huggable 🙂
Yes:)