Open Poetry #45 |
The Cinnamon Gardens Commute |
AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
I remembered, this morning, the early morning walk from six upon three (6/3) Wijerama Mawatha to number six Gregory's Road. I smelt again the texture of the Sri Lankan dust stimulating my nose: the pungency of rotting vegetation piled by storm drains that awaited the next monsoonal overflow: and the eye-watering sharpness of a length of burning coir rope hanging outside a small roadside lean-to so that customers could light their purchased beedis, made from the sweepings of the nationalised Benson Hedges factory, catering to the addictive needs of the working class. This, and the deep brown sweet aroma of stacked pieces of jaggery fudge, home-made from coconut sugar, blending in exotic melange with the spicy call of devilled cashew nuts: all proffered by a smiling proprietor with a name as exotic as his varied wares. I pass Horton Place, and stare in envious wonder at Professor Arthur C. Clarke's satellite dish, as the kerosene man passes me, his bullock cart lending strange contrast in a land where paradox is commonplace. Turning onto Gregory's Road, I am flanked by a phalanx of pink cassia, breadfruit, frangipani, teak, various mimosa, and the towering cinnamon trees that give the area its name. The distinctive call of the knife-sharpener, brings cooks running from their busy kitchens to take advantage of his curb-side trade. The fecund olive trees in the garden of the High Commission are dropping their abundant fruit: a neon flash of parakeets bursts from laden branches, as I start another long day at the office. Sutra 8: Faith is not an alternative to thought: the one excludes the other. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Thanks for letting me join you on your commute to work Jim, I enjoyed it very much~L |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
AH...and mine was a harleyslingshot fastforward ride that blurred my eyes to see only the sunrise burping over her favorite purple mountain, and the wind moving my face around over old bones as if it was a child finger painting to cover a demon at the window.. way kewl stuff amigo!! |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Thank you, Lori. DS: muy amable, hombre. Con mucho gusto. Sutra 8: Faith is not an alternative to thought: the one excludes the other. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Are you, or have you put all these into book form? What a wonderful legacy to leave your family. I have written down all of mine for the girls, but more for me I think. I too, enjoyed holding your arm on a stroll to your post. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Enjoying all you write. thank you,latearrival |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Mysteria: My children are aware that I consider myself a poet: the two older (adult) girls are fans, but the younger daughter and son-at-univesity just love me, and consider my poetry as just Dad being weird. I do have HTML electronic copies of all my works preserved for future family researchers. I am cool with myself and with the way my diverse, gifted, and very smart, family view "The Ancient Hippie." latearrival: Here's the deal...you keep reading, I'll keep writing. Go well, all. Peace Jim Sutra 15: One’s Dharma may be obscured by believing in Its exclusivity. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You convey a day in the life and the endless struggle. Even more, how that struggle becomes a way of life. Wonderful visuals, you capture so much and I am so pleased to read you here. I also want to thank you personally for your comments to my work. Welcome~ |
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