I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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22 June 2013

In Nagpokhari, the Serpent




















In Nagpokhari, the serpent
rises in stone from the water.

I used to go and sit
on the terraced side of the pool
and gaze at his rearing head

on my last days in Kathmandu

quiet with the knowledge
I would not come again
in this life, here, to be

alone and silent with him 
under that calm sky.


Submitted for Poets United's Verse First: Close to the Source

12 comments:

  1. Lovely sad poem, very vivid and the scene well set. Thanks. k.

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  2. so often we do not get the opportunity to know that something will be the 'last time' before it happens,
    "quiet with the knowledge
    I would not come again
    in this life, here, to be"

    sounds like you did...and made the most of it!

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  3. To have spent time in Kathmandu is an experience to savor forever....one which will warm you on the days you need to remember and be warmed.

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  4. Oh wow what a wonderful experience I would love to visit Kathmandu =) Beautiful

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  5. Vivid and viceral. Love the choice, 'quiet', it is understated yet that choice permeates the work. The tone imprints the reader.

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  6. a quiet reflection taking us to the past with you - delightful

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  7. Your love of place is apparent and well written. Although there is sadness in your words, there is also a quiet element of acceptance and even joy for having had the experience. You packed a lot of emotion into this brief, but telling poem.

    Elizabeth

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  8. Rosemary,

    To pass a place but once, may be our lot in life. Tis best to enjoy each thing observed with that in mind...
    An excellent choice of words Rosemary.

    Eileen

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  9. Thank you all for your understanding comments.

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  10. some places give us that feeling .....just a nostalgia

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  11. You painted a vivid picture, I could picture you by the side of that pool and I felt the serenity. Lovely.

    Dropping by from Verse First - close to the source.

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