Another Indian woman
living on our block
has hair swept back and braided
has jeweled toes,
is in all yellow traditional regalia,
and walks with a limp...
Saturday, May 28, 2011
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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Beautiful image and colors.
ReplyDeleteThat last line makes me wonder about how many women like that one are living on your block and why are they limping, etc. Mysterious! Love it :)
ReplyDeleteThis could be the opening lines of a novel. It is a beautiful little slice of life that leaves you wondering and wanting more.
ReplyDeletehmmm... very descriptive... very descriptive indeed. nice imagery!
ReplyDeleteLove the small slice of life in this poem, sufficient words for a strong image - well done.
ReplyDeleteLets see where to begin, First off the imagery was well done and the little humor at the end was the icing on the cake, Over all well stated. Have a great rally and thanks for swinging by my blog
ReplyDeleteReminds me of another poem, "God, may we know them by their limping."
ReplyDeleteMy scars are open. My limps relevant. The one eye leaded more than the other and my ass too big for this tiny waste. We are all the measure of what we cannot stand, and how we deal with that. I have a feeling she deals well. You saw her. Says much of you!
you make her alive with your words.
ReplyDeletea limp, that separates her from other Indian women,
cheers.
Yes, I agree with Jingle.. I could clearly form that picture in my mind!
ReplyDeleteEvery single person in this world despite being just a little part of it, is special and important, and definitely deserves being mentioned. Great imagery...
ReplyDelete<3 I am loving the encouragement, this just might be the opening lines to a novel one day. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteYour words painted a snapshot here. I could see her. Nice capture. Thanks for sharing:)
ReplyDeleteThe image was clear
ReplyDeleteI came away with how we look at people differently because they are different. I wonder how a poet of that culture would look at me moving into their neighborhood.
I enjoyed reading and reflecting
Job well done.
Genebrother
You captured a moment and reflected it in a beautiful way...
ReplyDeletethanks all.
ReplyDeleteyour imagery is very realistic. good one.
ReplyDeleteThis creates such a beautiful image in my mind
ReplyDeleteHer image was so clearly described by you--I could see her limping... I love this "small stone".
ReplyDeleteglad you could see what I saw.
ReplyDeleteYou captured this image perfectly with your words!
ReplyDeleteVery well portrayed in few words...
ReplyDeleteappreciate it~ :)
ReplyDeleteA illustrative piece to describe simple folk, who could be simply any one of us.
ReplyDeleteKeep it up! :)
Pretty metaphors, but is only she with the limp or another Indian woman as well? Hmm...
ReplyDeleteMakes me want to know why she is limping.
ReplyDeletesame here!
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