Beware of mangos

and all such beautiful, sweet things

your hands may mold themselves around

as if abandoning their humanness.

Thought is the shape that shapes

each object to itself. Informs

the formless what to be– syllables

that smoke,

and fog,

and seem to disappear–

pragmatic as poetry.

Translating everything

to metaphor.

Mangos and such,

into the face of a child held

in your hands.

10 thoughts on “Creation

  1. Joan, why haven’t you made a poetry collection yet? Your work is so profound, sensitive and satisfying for me to read. Beautiful.

  2. This is such wondrous poetry – esp since i am eating mangoes everyday – it is mango season for us in India now. πŸ™‚ i love the words – pragmatic as poetry….what did you imply by that? If it just came together, no need to explain…:)

    1. HowHow wise you are…yes the words “pragmatic as poetry” simply came to me. But after writing, I realized how essential poetry is to Life, to how one views Life, making it something quite practical to me. I love the thought of you eating mangos, perhaps as you read this piece. Blessings and sweetness to you!

      1. What a treasure for my heart your words are — Thank you! πŸ™‚ I could not agree more about poetry and our life πŸ™‚ Has it not brought us together? Wish you a blessed day, my dear friend.

      2. Yes, one more reason to appreciate the wonder of poetry. I am grateful and privileged join you on this journey, my dear Krishnapriya!

  3. This is absolutely amazing Joan. Such a beautiful thought, and the way in which thebthought inwinds through the poem. Beatiful my friend.

      1. You are welcome. I saw what someone wrote above, about you writing a poetry book. You should. You are great at it. Love you

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