Monday, October 29, 2007

desiccated pleasure-----Monday Poetry

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.

21 comments:

julia said...

"sipping thick brown
swirling 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!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

yes, sounds like my mornings :)

Steve said...

Dilmah!

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

"fragile yet too severe to crumple"

I like that. Even if it's temporary due to a caffeine withdrawal, it still says a lot.

Another beautiful one, Gautami.

Rhian said...

oh yes! ermmm - i'm so not a morning person.

loved these lines:
"fragile yet too severe to crumple;
with an intense stillness"

magiceye said...

mmmmm stretch....

gautami tripathy said...

I think I couldn't get across what I intended to convey. It has nothing to do with morning.

Well, I wrote it that way...

Bill said...

If you've plugged into other people's mornings, that's all right, too, gautami.

Rhian said...

"It has nothing to do with morning."
LOL!!!
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.

Clay Lowe said...

I liked the somber mood of this poem.
Cx

STAK said...

that's funny,Rhi........i thought Guinness was the liquid in question........

well done gautami

Danika / OpenChannel said...

A whole new way of looking at drinking coffee. (raising mug) cheers to that.

I love the idea of "hunching" into yourself.

ozymandiaz said...

That sounds like a damn fine cup o coffee

Shameless said...

Very evocative! :-)

Shameless said...

and yes yes yes to Dilmah ... my fav tea! :-)

Ann said...

Very cool poem. :)

Jill said...

intractable and arrogant-
my smile comes across.
I like that part...

david mcmahon said...

Great work, Gautami. I came here on a whim from Susan Helene Gottfried's blog - and I'm glad I did.

I grew up in India and it figures prominently in my first novel.

floots said...

oh yes - coffee
when it's good it really is good :)
thank you

polona said...

ah... there's no life before the morning coffee! :)
good one!

Anonymous said...

I love how you word potray the feelings..bringing poetry to us

Nasra