Folding Linens

I felt the linen with my hands

Smoother than the handwoven 

quilt proudly flexed on the wall

But never as smooth as the

banana leaves we used to cut 

out for sunshades

Those handwoven images of 

people from the rugged lands 

not easy to travel over but 

Easy to scam out of 4Ps 

and pensioner's fund 

I am the queen of this house

I wander about cleaning china cups

and teapots, eating  Bourbons

drinking Dalmore and what not 

I was hoping to taste Tubâ out of 

every Bowmore I glut 

This morning I spat my french out 

my french window, pardon mine 

but I french everytime I realize I am 

within walls of walls of walls 

that are not even thatched at all

Those banana leaves outside 

didn't even serve!

Only a parasol of longing

Hobnobs were not as good 

and Bourbons were nothing 

but drizzles in dayspring

Maybe I'm a native heart caged
in the concrete walls of modern times

Maybe I am an old soul trapped 

in a causal loop longing for a 

time travel back to the times 

when poems were ode 

Author's Note

If you're not interested in reading long free verse of nonsense, don't comment.

Reviews

[Pax]

Maybe I'm a native heart caged
in the concrete walls of modern times

Can I say wow. Haha. But really aren't we poets of the same kind are all sometimes or most of the times caged in our own messy world? We can't deny the perks of modern times but we can't help think of the old ode of the past and it's perks... You are for whatever reason my friend is an old soul travelling back and fort from past to present... Well done...

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Dear Poet,
I read your poem and I was struck by the vivid imagery and sensory details that you used to describe your experiences. Your words paint a picture of a world that is both beautiful and complex, and your descriptions of the different textures and sensations that you encountered are truly evocative. I especially appreciated the way you contrasted the beauty of the linen with the roughness of the handwoven quilt and the smoothness of the banana leaves. Your use of language is poetic and lyrical, and it draws the reader into your world.
Your poem also touches on some important themes, such as the tension between tradition and modernity, the longing for connection and meaning in a world that can feel cold and isolating, and the way that our memories and experiences shape who we are. I felt a sense of nostalgia and longing in your words, and I appreciated the way you explored these feelings with honesty and vulnerability.
Overall, I thought your poem was beautifully written and thought-provoking. Your words stayed with me long after I had finished reading, and I found myself reflecting on the themes and images that you had presented. Thank you for sharing your work with the world and I look forward to reading more of your poetry in the future.

[Throwing Romeo]

Strange and wonderful....

[Pete]

this just rolls off of the tongue. so clever, intricate and casually honest. bravo ... :)

[Ken e Bujold]

this is bloody marvelous. an exotic mix of tactile perceptions overlaid onto an undercurrent of regret for lost past (skirting but never lapsing into nostalgia) very impressive

[Franky]

Wow. I'm impressed. I wish I could write as well. This is very good.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh yes. The world is so fast paced right now that complications become magnified