Sunday, February 24, 2008

coiled and cocooned

she unwrapped the garden hose

watering the flowering pots
droplets of water fell on her skirt

soundlessly her lips formed the words-
"do you ever think of me
when storm rages, trees sway

when clouds make love to the earth
with the help of the rains
soaking it sopping wet

spring emerges as a naughty child
desiring to play with harsh summer
giving way to serenity of autumn

do winters bring longing
to feel one with me
closely cocooned by me forever"

neatly she coiled the garden hose
shaking the droplets of water
wringing her skirt dry, she left

Come ride the Poetry Train...

27 comments:

Rose Dewy Knickers said...

I like this Gautami because you show the connections between nature and our actions. We've lost that living in crowded cities.

Rose

xo

ThomG said...

I like this as well. Nice to see how you focused on nature.

I went the "other" way:

The Touch of Oneness

noahthegreat said...

Interesting!

Steve said...

Beautiful!

Crafty Green Poet said...

I like the image of spring as a naughty child.

Rethabile said...

The four seasons. Nice.

"trees sway
when clouds make love to the earth."

anthonynorth said...

So sad that, to so many, nature is a foreign country.
You expressed it well.

UL said...

this is really beautiful,gautami.

Linda Jacobs said...

You are getting better and better all the time! Your seasonal descriptions are exquisite and I like the way you go back to the hose and the skirt in an unsentimental way.

julia said...

'when storm rages, trees sway

when clouds make love to the earth
with the help of the rains'

Oh, Gautami - I LOVE these lines. I love watering my garden with a watering can because I love the intimacy of it.

R.G. ALEXANDER said...

I love it!

Trevor said...

C'mon over!!!

Homey said...

I love how you have anthropomorphically endowed the four Temperate Zone Seasons with such character.

I would probably go craaaazy being forced to endure the two seasons, wet and dry, of a Tropical zone.

That being said, I have come to loathe Winter...I suppose that I should stop kvetching and just relocate a little further South where Winter isn't such a tedious, life altering, mentally challenging, energy-consuming, nightmare!

Leigh Lear said...

i love the line "when the clouds make love to the earth", beautiful

pepektheassassin said...

Gautami, it's "does winter" or "do winters." It's a good poem, and I like the way you have ended it.

rbarenblat said...

I like the way the closing lines bring us back to the opening image. The poem is like a circle, in that way...

...deb said...

I like the way this cols on itself and the metaphors I found.

Christine said...

From a simple act the narrator muses on the cycle of life. Very nice.

Jill said...

This is beautiful , Gautami! You have capture every essence of the seasons in such beautiful words!
I think this one is my favorite from you!

Missy said...

There isn't much I can say that the others haven't already said. It's a lovely poem and I'm jealous of your ability to show without telling.

paisley said...

isn't it something how the simplest things can often be the most painful triggers???

Ann said...

Lovely images of the four seasons.

sister AE said...

I love
"when clouds make love to the earth
with the help of the rains
soaking it sopping wet"

artpredator said...

there's a lot to this poem! i echo many of the comments, esp the third stanza, and the metaphors of the hose and the can, how it all comes round together.

really well done!

Pat Paulk said...

One must get a little wet to truly enjoy change. Great poem Gautami!!

sage said...

you are so good with the descriptions and connections you make in your poetry

polona said...

i throughly enjoyed this and the connection with the nature.