But I read recently on Buddhafulkat’s website that it’s Poetry Month. It’s perfect timing, as we’re slogging through a unit on poems at school. Not just any poems but... dun Dun DUN:
Like comics, poetry was not something I ever really got into. I don’t have any old angsty poems where everything is black and depressive squirrelled away anywhere.I’ve got a vague handle on it from teaching it for so many years, and know the basics. I have recently borrowed a colleague’s favourite poetry book and am working my way through them to see if anything rubs off. So far though, still not a fan.
OK so admittedly the traffic isn’t usually as bad as this picture from the Hanoi Grapevine, but there’s nothing wrong with a bit of hyperbole.
Gentle rain falls like mist
Bokeh on my visor
Muted tones, dull and damp
Occasional flashes of vibrant colour -
Like small gleaming fish
The yellow of altar flowers
Awaiting sale in a basket.
Red light; a pause for thought
Discordant cacophony of horns
Be still, contemplate the moment
This time while watching others struggle
Empathise with them, even as they
Swim like salmon, upstream against the traffic
Easing back into the flow, leaving a gap
So that others may be grateful
For the proffered mercy; not naivete this time
But a rare case of kindness
On these hectic roads.
Bottlenecks and jams
Accompanied by strident honking
Savour the pause by being lost in thought
Practice patience and generosity.
Enjoying the warmth of fond memories
Buoyed and cheered by who awaits
The journey enhanced by the destination.
Final stretch, muddy puddles splashing
Warm chocolate merely lacking marshmallows.
Back to the loving embrace.
From Sinfest - perfect illustration if this is too overwrought. Not being a fan of the style, I can’t really tell.