I weaved the twigs
high-up on my starfruit tree
to have a nest, a home
for my blue bird
who has flown away
to some unknown horizon.
Like a wooden smile
which has come to rest
on my lips,
for me to realize
my smile is just my nest
my nest in poverty of wait
for her blue bird
my smile in poverty of faith
for her happiness
but
both of them are rich
in fakeness of my life
This is my intake for Sunday Scribbling in-take for the week. The topic is ‘for richer or poorer’. From SS……..
Twists of fortune, wedding vows, the woes of the economy, dreams of riches. You might write about what it was like being a poor college student, or what you’d do if you won the lottery. Or about what true riches are, or different kinds of poverty: poverty of the spirit, of the imagination, of the pocket. Have you ever encountered true poverty? How about ridiculous wealth? Most of us probably fall in the huge spectrum in between, but if you’ve had any experiences with the extremes, it might be interesting to write about that.
Lovely.
Happy New year. did i already wish u?
Oh yes i did. O well.
this is brilliant…ever thought of actually getting ur book published with all these poems?
You write uniquely.Wonderfully creative description and metaphor. I *love* “my smile is just my nest/
my nest in poverty of wait/
for her blue bird/”…
I hope you don’t need to perpetually put on a fake superficial smile in 2009. It’s hard to let our guard down to let others in, especially while “waiting in our nests.”
/*both of them are rich
in fakeness of my life*/
Loved this.
Oh and I forgot to add, I have given you an award on my blog. Early in our blogger association but I really think your blog is good.
This is an awesome poem! The metaphor is fresh and different!
Nice work! I so enjoyed this piece!
Nicely worded!
🙂
🙂 have a Great 2009.
makes me wonder..is wooden smile better than no smile at all?
lovely piece..nice to read such posts again affter a long time(had been away)…anyways happy new year..
Wow its lovely!
especially the end…
both of them are rich
in fakeness of my life….
Wow this is beautiful and creative. I do believe this holds true for many of us. I know it holds true for myself many, many times.
Hope the New Year started off with good cheers and continues in good cheers until the next and beyond. . . .
PLL, CordieB.
Beautiful – you have a very sweet way with words!
ever faced the poverty of one’s own self?
Your poem is wonderful, rich and touched my heart.
wonderful!!
I have had only a daily visual experience of poverty by the side of a footpath. cannot imagine tht. of the very very rich– again, only a visual example 😀 can’t imagine either, though both states of being do trouble in nightmares or dreams respectively…
very good writing…wooden smile…you redefined the meaning…