Why do you still think of Bali
after all these years?
Love is the answer to every question
and this one too. I fell intensely in love
with the place as you might a person.
Why did you burst out crying
so often on that first visit?
As Bill said at the time, understanding first:
it was the Indian in me. I was seeing
memories of my grandparents’ house —
bowls, carvings, vases, jewellery....
And after your third visit, why did you sob
uncontrollably, all the way home on the plane?
I knew I would never return to Bali,
never be with my love again. I was right.
Life has a way of cancelling our plans.
And now it’s too late; my Bali is dead.
Why are you writing so many poems
on your Bali? Why not let go?
I am old at last, and selecting
what is precious out of my life.
I offer the essence to God, and I feast.
November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2010: 17
Prompt: make the title ‘Tell me why (blank)’, fill in the blank, then write the poem.
(My poem has several questions, so I left the title unfinished.)
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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