Either way,
she doesn’t know her ways, yet.
Her mind bends with the remover;
if not to remove,
then certainly pause, edit, pause,
delete, regret the deletion,
ask advice, regret asking advice.
Either way,
she knows her own ways;
her mind, unclear,
is loosely framed by ideals
dear to her.
And so on she moves, on,
ever onwards.
© Shaista Tayabali, 2018
(participating in Dverse Poets Open Link Poetry)
(Painting: Egon Schiele, ‘La Libertad’)
I did an interview with poet Sherry Marr over at Poets United... a catch up of sorts over long distances and imaginary cups of tea... you can click here to read it ...
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2018/10/blog-of-week-chat-with-shaista-tayabali.html?m=1
Sherry lives in Tofino, on Vancouver Island, a tiny district nestled in the southern heart of Clayoquot Sound... She has been a huge source of friendship and encouragement over the years since I first began my blog. We nearly met last year when I nearly went to Vancouver for my cousin’s wedding and my birthday, but campylobacter in my bloodstream kept me here in Addenbrooke’s Hospital rather than in Sherry’s living room across the pond. I still owe her a basket full of English tea!!!
she doesn’t know her ways, yet.
Her mind bends with the remover;
if not to remove,
then certainly pause, edit, pause,
delete, regret the deletion,
ask advice, regret asking advice.
Either way,
she knows her own ways;
her mind, unclear,
is loosely framed by ideals
dear to her.
And so on she moves, on,
ever onwards.
© Shaista Tayabali, 2018
(participating in Dverse Poets Open Link Poetry)
(Painting: Egon Schiele, ‘La Libertad’)
I did an interview with poet Sherry Marr over at Poets United... a catch up of sorts over long distances and imaginary cups of tea... you can click here to read it ...
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2018/10/blog-of-week-chat-with-shaista-tayabali.html?m=1
Sherry lives in Tofino, on Vancouver Island, a tiny district nestled in the southern heart of Clayoquot Sound... She has been a huge source of friendship and encouragement over the years since I first began my blog. We nearly met last year when I nearly went to Vancouver for my cousin’s wedding and my birthday, but campylobacter in my bloodstream kept me here in Addenbrooke’s Hospital rather than in Sherry’s living room across the pond. I still owe her a basket full of English tea!!!
5 comments:
I love "she knows her own ways." The truest truths are one's own. Hold onto that basket of tea! It can still happen. Smiles. You would LOVE Tofino, and Tofino would love you.
I read this very much as a coming of age poem... steered by ideals and your own morals, routines and rules will always take a backseat.
I like the strength found in weakness in your poem. Moving ahead on the values and purpose within even though the future is shaky and unsure!
One sometimes has to try both approaches. I like the line: "delete, regret the deletion".
Thank you for sharing your poem, Shaista! I agree with Bjorn about it being a 'coming of age' poem and I identify with it, even in my advanced in years, especially the lines:
'Either way,
she knows her own ways;
her mind, unclear,
is loosely framed by ideals
dear to her.
And so on she moves, on,
ever onwards.'
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