When my soul transits away from this earthly vessel

let it be said that, there was a woman

 

who danced through life like

a fluff of cotton in the wind,

 

who licked the delectable greasiness of

avakkai urugai* and thair saadam* 

through the length of each of her fingers with aplomb,

 

whose laughter echoed like temple bells that

set in motion ripples of mirth

 

who felt each thrust of love at

the core of her vital force

 

who paused every time to breathe in the orange canvas

reflected by the cirrus clouds of sundown

 

because she found out early on

tomorrow might not dawn.

 

avakkai urugai* – a type of south Indian mango pickle in Tamil

thair saadam* – curd rice in Tamil

 

This post is written in response to

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Carpe Diem / Seize the Day

A Life Like That
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25 thoughts on “A Life Like That

  • March 1, 2018 at 10:58 pm
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    “A life like that” inspires and something to aim for. Such an extraordinary piece of writing!

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  • March 1, 2018 at 7:44 pm
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    I am breathless from reading this twice. Breathless from breathing in such joy of life. It will be said! Bravo!

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  • March 1, 2018 at 5:07 pm
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    I love this poem, Namy! I love the woman dancing through life ‘like a fluff of cotton in the wind’, whose laughter echoed like temple bells’ and
    ‘who paused every time to breathe in the orange canvas
    reflected by the cirrus clouds of sundown’.

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  • March 1, 2018 at 12:37 pm
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    I don’t know why as I read the poem the girl I visualized was none but Sridevi. She did live a carpe-diem life and vanished just like that. Oh I’m still mourning you know.

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    • March 1, 2018 at 2:11 pm
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      Hmmm. Now that I reread my own words after your comment I think it might as well have been written about her though she wasnt on my mind when I wrote.

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  • March 1, 2018 at 7:59 am
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    who licked the delectable greasiness of
    avakkai urugai* and thair saadam*
    through the length of each of her fingers with aplomb… now that is the bliss that could define a person, a day and a lifetime…go girl!

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  • March 1, 2018 at 7:15 am
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    ‘who paused every time to breathe in the orange canvas

    reflected by the cirrus clouds of sundown

    because she found out early on

    tomorrow might not dawn.’

    Spectacular writing!

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  • March 1, 2018 at 5:27 am
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    How beautiful and sensible this poem is and how well it fits the prompt. However your descriptive narrative is outstanding and there could no reader who would not be impressed by such outstanding images.

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    • March 5, 2018 at 8:18 am
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      Appreciate your kind words. Thank you for visiting and taking the time to comment

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  • March 1, 2018 at 2:52 am
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    Brilliant! An obituary coveted by all!

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  • March 1, 2018 at 2:11 am
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    Oh my days! This is so beautiful. You should save this. This is exactly what I want written on my tombstone. ( sorry to be morbid 😆)

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  • March 1, 2018 at 1:17 am
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    I hope when someone writes my obituary, they are able to describe me in some of the images of this poem. It is beautiful and something I must strive for.

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  • February 28, 2018 at 11:29 pm
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    This is a spectacular poem. I love the description of the narrator dancing through life like a fluff of cotton in the wind….and the reflection that tomorrow might not dawn. LOVED this poem!

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    • February 28, 2018 at 11:33 pm
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      Thank you Sherry. The prompt really spoke to me. I want the undercurrent of my life to be like this poem, completely unabashedly free.

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