my god is afraid of lightning,
or so he says over irani chai and bun maska
at the corner café,
I fear the unknown, I tell him,
as I stare at peeling paint,
the dark that is to come,
the now that shows no symptom of the disease,
everything has an innate propensity for horror,
for gore, for ending;
he thinks I’ve lost my sense of adventure,
what happened to the seduction of a good mystery,
the promise of discovery,
but he doesn’t know about loss,
his math is built on averages and progression,
now the clock ticks louder and the unfinished,
the incomplete, looms large over an ever
approaching horizon;
and what on earth is fearful about lightning,
as if he is all alone in the open,
likely to be struck down by an infernal mess
of his own making,
he smiled then,
like the blue of the after-storm;
quickly turning over a newspaper
with the picture of a child
in front of a burning building,
his eyes shifting away from mine,
his hands shaking just a little as he
picked up the plastic menu,
maybe I imagined it, maybe I was afraid
of what I would never know;
will you try the kheema pav, he asked,
if I promise it will be good?
Interesting! Thanks for sharing ☺️
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Thank you.
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Great thanks
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Wonderful written poem here. There are always unknown’s and uncertainty’s in life that we are faced with, in which at times are sad.
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True. Thanks so much.
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will you try the kheema pav, he asked,
if I promise it will be good?
A good question. A clever way of shifting the attention away from the sad situations as pictured
Hank
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Also a test of faith…given the triviality of the unknown food in comparison.. thanks so much Hank.
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Anyone who has come face to face with death will know exactly what these lines describe:
“the now that shows no symptom of the disease,
everything has an innate propensity for horror,
for gore, for ending…”
and
“now the clock ticks louder and the unfinished,
the incomplete, looms large over an ever
approaching horizon”
This poem is beautiful for it’s distinct truth, as in the above quotes and in details like the plastic menu and the casual change of subject that occurs at the end.
I enjoyed this very much!
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Thanks so much, appreciate your feedback.
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A fascinating idea – love this casual combination of god-like and casual cafe chat – and fear the lack of purpose…
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Thanks Marina 🙂
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Certainly, the unknown can be frightening. Of course, that is silly, there is so much we do not know.
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There is, isn’t it… thanks Annell 🙂
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Perhaps the way forward here is to accept that everything is and always has been unknown….and always will. Wonderful writing as always.
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Thanks so much Paul.
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Lots of really great language in that! Loved the setting and the idea of sitting across from God in a restaurant.
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Thanks so much.
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This sent me to Google to investigate kheema pav! Sounds spicy. Thanks for our visit to the corner cafe!
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Spicy indeed and quite delicious. Thanks Beverly!
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I love the idea of sharing a bite with a god… especially one who is afraid of both lighting and lightning (I hope one isn’t a typo, if it is, lie to me because I love it). And then ending is perfect. Just perfect.
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Thanks so much Magaly… when I look around and see a world that’s imploding in so many ways, am not so sure this was the game plan.. if there was one. It is a little terrifying….
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Anyone who planned anything like this had to be a tad mad. So, I completely understand…
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This cafe sounds so familiar as does the monologue we seem to live in troubled times.
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Indeed we do… thanks Alison.
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Aaamazing! Those shaking hands!
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Thanks so much.
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A difficult but satisfying read, Rajani. I particularly enjoyed the final stanza, when the god who is afraid of lightning comes face to face with something much more frightening and changes the subject.
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Thanks Kim.
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Such an interesting exchange with your god in that café and to find that they too have fears. I just am in awe at how you express yourself!
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Thanks so much, that’s very kind.
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The metaphor and the imagination of conversation with god is interesting and makes for imagery packing a discussion of gods plans or what he is up to in paradise. Excellent poem. 🙂
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Thanks so much Charlie.
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It’s my pleasure.
Your work is so creative and from the heart. 🙂
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I like this line: “the now that shows no symptom of the disease” And smiling “like the blue of the after-storm”.
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Thanks Frank.
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What a great peek into that moment that has stayed with you over the years. The details that surround the telling make it so alive to me.
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Thanks so much Victoria.
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“everything has an innate propensity for horror”
Exactly.
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Thank you for stopping by 🙂
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