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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.


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12 comments:

  1. Soma22 June 2013 at 11:28

    Superb Sis...

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  2. Anonymous22 June 2013 at 11:47

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

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  3. aka_andrea25 July 2013 at 21:28

    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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  4. Mary25 July 2013 at 22:17

    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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  5. Anonymous25 July 2013 at 23:11

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

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  6. LaTonya Baldwin26 July 2013 at 01:23

    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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  7. Unknown26 July 2013 at 04:49

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

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  8. Anonymous26 July 2013 at 05:09

    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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  9. Eileen T O'Neill .....26 July 2013 at 06:18

    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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  10. Rosemary Nissen-Wade26 July 2013 at 21:37

    Thank you all for your understanding comments.

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  11. Vandana Sharma27 July 2013 at 01:34

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

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  12. Suzy28 July 2013 at 18:12

    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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