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.
Jewniquely Myself 
Joan, why haven’t you made a poetry collection yet? Your work is so profound, sensitive and satisfying for me to read. Beautiful.
Thank you, Annie!
This is such wondrous poetry – esp since i am eating mangoes everyday – it is mango season for us in India now. 🙂 i love the words – pragmatic as poetry….what did you imply by that? If it just came together, no need to explain…:)
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!
What a treasure for my heart your words are — Thank you! 🙂 I could not agree more about poetry and our life 🙂 Has it not brought us together? Wish you a blessed day, my dear friend.
Yes, one more reason to appreciate the wonder of poetry. I am grateful and privileged join you on this journey, my dear Krishnapriya!
i feel the same way! Thank you! 🙂
This is absolutely amazing Joan. Such a beautiful thought, and the way in which thebthought inwinds through the poem. Beatiful my friend.
Thank you so much, my dear Lorraine!
You are welcome. I saw what someone wrote above, about you writing a poetry book. You should. You are great at it. Love you