I frame this city in untold stories. But it
wants to be a poet, fitting my life into
six rhyming couplets that soften the
consonants of its dark. Mornings, we
swap metaphors and endings. It says
love is the hyphen between its sacred
peepal trees. This is an old trick, turning to
punctuation when words are scarce. It is
the eighth lunar month. Outside every
door, oil lamps burn. The wind holds its
hands around them like safe parentheses. I
search for spaces. The space you occupied.
The space between your arms. The space
between possibility and semicolon. Between
being and full stop. Where does the
emptiness end? Where does the next sky
begin? This city strikes a bell like a tercet.
Thrice. Like an ellipsis. The silence
between us tastes of missing apostrophes.
It draws faith as three question marks.
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Sharing this poem from my new book āDuplicityā, published in September.Ā
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Your poem feels good on my tongue. Thanks for the savory treat!
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Most welcome!
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The language here is really stunning. I love this
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Thank you. š
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well, the city has to pause and find its breath too. š
i really like how you end the poem : “It draws faith as three question marks.”.
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Thanks so much!
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I like the idea of a city as a punctuation; something intended and necessary to bring clarity or a pause. So much can be said about cities. But deep and beautiful poetry as always, Rajani. Lovely to see you here, too. š
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Thank you, Khaya. The poem is from my book ‘Duplicity’ – the whole book is framed around different perspectives of city life.
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I like how this weaves your longing and I can interpret it in different ways when changing perspectives. And then there is that pesky semicolon…
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Thanks so much, Joel.
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“This city strikes a bell like a tercet.
Thrice. Like an ellipsis. The silence
between us tastes of missing apostrophes.
It draws faith as three question marks.”
your ending is just beautiful, love the way you play with the symbolism of punctuation
“love is the hyphen between its sacred
peepal trees.”
and i like the play with peepal, sounds like people, thats brilliant. very well written
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Thanks so much, Phillip. Glad you liked this poem.
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I like this. The world is a poetry book. Oysters are a metaphor. Fourteen spaghetti sticks are a Senryū which folk call a Haiku. Empty space is a longing for.
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Yes I agree…about the oysters and the spaghetti… thanks so much, Jim. Glad you liked it!
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I love this poem! And the whole book, which I’m glad to own. The places we know as home are so intricately interwoven with our selves. It’s fascinating to see how you elucidate that ā the many ways of that ā and the attendant emotions and realisations.
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Thanks so much, Rosemary. The lexicon and grammar of our environment seeps into our psyche … and I’ve lived in bustling cities most of my life… so maybe it’s the only way I know to think! Wonder if my poetry would change if I lived for long in the countryside!!!!
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āI search for spaces.ā
I love the whole concept of this piece, but this line is my very favorite. This is how poetry speaks to me most, I think: in phrasal/clausal philosophy nuggets. I also am fed song lyric/title reminders in the same way … as in, āBlank Spaceā by Taylor Swift and mashed-up by Louisa Wendorff.
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Thanks so much. I like that the poem resonates both in content and delivery.
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What a unique examination of sentence structure, and punctuation. My 30+ years as a transcriptionist compel me to correct sentence structure an restore tidy order!! I’m trying to adjust, š
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Thank you, Beverly…
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That is very lovely. I especially love “The silence between us tastes of missing apostrophes.”
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Thank you, Lisa.
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My thot is that I like it very much. Space and punctuation that orders spaces that can never be ordered. Love the movement from space to semicolon, to period, to ellipses!
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Thanks so much, Graham.
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This is more than a delight to read. I love the idea of punctuation as metaphor and conjurer of imagery. A delight, indeed…
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Thanks so much, Magaly. “Duplicity” basically contains poetry around the theme of big city life, this poem is one perspective. So glad you liked it.
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