for thirty three years
she had folded cookies,
slipping slivers of fortune
into their sweet pockets,
now she sighed,
folded her apron for the last time,
one of those cookies had her phone number,
a parting gift,
a shop floor prank,
maybe even destiny had
a brittle sense of humour;
months later,
she met her,
the lady who called,
an elder in a battered cape,
beads and pigeon feathers in her hair,
two headed snakes in twisted silver
wound around her fingers,
strange chants wafting through
clouds of burning jasmine sticks;
you are a lover of words, she said,
her eyes closed against the world,
they open the spaces between their letters
and show you the peacock winged light,
in a spindrift of micro butterfly wings
they sing to you of secrets they hide,
for seven lifetimes
they have leapt off your fingers,
on to parchment and dried palm leaves,
open your notebook, pick up your quill,
providence waits on that empty sheet;
she walked slowly along the river,
its sun painted ripples mocking her streaming eyes,
the broken walls of her old school house
rising grimy and unpainted around her head,
maybe if the bombs hadn’t fallen that night,
maybe if her father had left that night,
maybe if she had learnt how to read,
the cookies would have
opened their secrets to her,
it is what it is, she sighed.
a strip of paper. a moment. a life.
kismet.
Amazing how you interweave one life with others and leave us with a clear view of the cookie maker’s thoughts and feelings….and the “what ifs.” Masterfully told…I’m in awe of your wonderful talent.
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Thanks so much for your kind comment.
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Beautiful, heartbreaking story.
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Thank you 🙂
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wow, this is wonderful – evocative.. c
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Thank you Cecilia.
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Thank you Cecilia
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Fanatic story within your poem…and the irony of an illiterate lover of words is heartbreaking.
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Thanks Bryan 🙂
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“only a strip of paper” and soulless without the knowledge of alphabets…. you are indeed a lover of words Rajani, the way this piece is created…wow…
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Thanks so much Sumana..appreciate it greatly.
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A wonderful poem, specially the stanza for the lover of words. It made me happy.
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Thank you so much…glad it made you happy !!!
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Steps and Words
half and half..
half forever
noWon
servers..
othEr
hAlf
realnow..:)
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Thanks Katie 🙂
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sMiLes.. Welcome friend..:)
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What a wonderfully imaginative piece…I love the description of the woman that calls her. 🙂
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Thanks Hannah….
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I have three favorite blogs I’m blessed to regularly enjoy. Christy’s “Verse Herder” keeps me connected with Nature and constantly provokes my mind with intriguing questions. Peter Wells’ “Counting Ducts,” provides eloquently profound insights into human character that always leaves me smiling.
Your poems and prose take me to vivid imaginary worlds that have slipped unseen beyond my mind until your words reveal them to my astonishment. This story in particular leaves me breathless.
Such a wonderful world to live in, surrounded by so much amazing writing.
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You are very kind Tio. Am so grateful for your support. I love Christy’s blog too and now I must read Counting Ducts. Have a lovely day my friend.
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I have to agree.. this is about as good as a poem can ever be… to weave those destinies together.. indeed to find to late you are a lover of words.. Truly stunning poetry…
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Thanks so much Bjorn.
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Oh my goodness, this is just wondrous. I love the story and the characterization, the details you use to evoke such atmosphere.
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Thank you Victoria 🙂
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you are a lover of words, she said,
her eyes closed against the world,
they open the spaces between their letters
and show you the peacock winged light,
in a spindrift of micro butterfly wings
they sing to you of secrets they hide,
for seven lifetimes
Sigh.. so beautifully penned! 🙂
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Thank you Sanaa. Glad you liked it.
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So wonderfully written that I am kind of jealous:)
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Thanks Michelle 🙂
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Oh, MAN. I freakin’ love this. From the moment you decided fortune cookies had “pockets,” to her not being able to read, to those staccato last lines. So good.
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Thank you so much.
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How delightful. Multi-layered meanings and I love them all.
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Thanks Carol 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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Wow to wowzer, Thot, this poem is simply astonishingly good, bordering on incredible. It is my favorite for this prompt; rife with bold wordsmithing, mysterious plot possibilities, unsaid hidden plot lines, a whole lifetime review, somehow wrapped up in a fortune cookie, i-ching psychic session, something we’ve all experienced but hardly ever trusted. Questions posed, solutions suggested–you took a cute line of levity & transformed it into a brief novella probability. I’ve read it thrice, & it gets deeper with each going over. Like Grace, I love the “lover of words” stanza, & the lines /they open the spaces between the letters/and show you the peacock winged light/in a spindrift of micro butterfly wings/. Big smiles.
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Thanks so much for your kind words Glenn, am so glad you liked it.
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I love the story Thot, from what could have been, to the sadness of broken walls, to the reality of her life ~ My favorite part is the Lover of words stanza, that is a gift indeed ~
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Thanks Grace…glad you liked it.
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Utterly gooseflesh and throat lumped.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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A story within a story, an intriguing glimpse into a life – I really like how you use dialogue and storytelling in here, and very vivid imagery.
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Thanks so much Marina 🙂
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why isn’t this freshly pressed?
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not sure what you mean by that….
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haha…
i just meant that this post is one of the best ive read in weeks.
Im amazed, completely. 🙂
I love your work, keep writing. 🙂
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thank you 🙂
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