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
Let it be said indeed!
Thank you
“A life like that” inspires and something to aim for. Such an extraordinary piece of writing!
Thank you. Such high praise😊
I am breathless from reading this twice. Breathless from breathing in such joy of life. It will be said! Bravo!
I am humbled. Thank you. Glad you connected with it
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’.
Happy you enjoyed it Kim😊
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.
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.
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!
Indeed it could!
‘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!
Thank you
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.
Appreciate your kind words. Thank you for visiting and taking the time to comment
Brilliant! An obituary coveted by all!
Thank you😊
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 😆)
Yep Should definitely save this.. And then strive for a life like that!
😊
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.
I hope so too😊
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!
Thank you Sherry. The prompt really spoke to me. I want the undercurrent of my life to be like this poem, completely unabashedly free.