Saturday, April 14, 2012

NaPoWriMo #14: Patience with self

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Returning from the market

Like returning
from the market
pushing a cart --

                     in it, a pillow
                     of rice weighing
                     a little more than
                     a newborn baby,

                     a bouquet of veggies
                     stuffed in a plastic bag,
                     greens spilling out,
                     roots breaking out,

                     fish and tiger prawns
                     frozen with ice fragments
                     slowly thawing in
                     a dragon-print carrier,

                     brown crinkly paper bags
                     of baked bread
                     and sweet buttered buns
                     still warm from the oven --

I've gathered words
from every source and scene,
they are heavy

and I cannot hurry.





** The more I rush, the more likely I will lock up and not write at all. So this one's just me telling myself.  :)

4 comments:

Fred Rutherford said...

this is a great example of an every day scene, painted as poetry, wherein doing you turn the every day into poetics. Fantastic job Raven. And btw, I love tiger prawns, can't find them too easily over here. We have things they call prawns, but in reality they are nothing but jumbo shrimp, not like the kind I used to get on my travels. Great piece. thanks

chromapoesy.com said...

Wow, I simply love this; it is exquisite!

manicddaily said...

Ooh, this actually makes quite hungry--your words carry vivid sensations! K.

Ravenblack said...

Fred, Anna and K: Thanks. :)