Had been traveling. The poetry challenge is over, but I wish to try out the various prompts. Today I attempt this one:
"Write a poem that includes images
that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with
the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and
hear."
And then I was reminded of a translation that I did of my cousin's poem a few months back. Since I feel that this poem is replete with the 5 sensations, I present the same. The original was in Malayalam.
Do you
converse with the walls?
They may have no arms, but they can
bind you fast between their expansive, sleek veneers.
Keep up the chatter and
They might end up reaching out to our dialect
and we might end up living in theirs
And some might pierce through our warmth
Imbuing their concrete chill…
Be warned though of Ancient walls –
They might ensconce you deep
into their decrepit slumbering leaves
Taunt you with memories of bygone youth
Making you shudder in chagrin
Before their towering vainglory
However…
The new pristine walls through a forgotten switch
may gently graze your brows
with sizzling current;
Caress your forehead with
the dust off a Picture frame
A distressing odour of the paint
clings all over
and whispers into your ears: “WE”!
They may have no arms, but they can
bind you fast between their expansive, sleek veneers.
Keep up the chatter and
They might end up reaching out to our dialect
and we might end up living in theirs
And some might pierce through our warmth
Imbuing their concrete chill…
Be warned though of Ancient walls –
They might ensconce you deep
into their decrepit slumbering leaves
Taunt you with memories of bygone youth
Making you shudder in chagrin
Before their towering vainglory
However…
The new pristine walls through a forgotten switch
may gently graze your brows
with sizzling current;
Caress your forehead with
the dust off a Picture frame
A distressing odour of the paint
clings all over
and whispers into your ears: “WE”!
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