Fabiyas M V Poet Free verse

The Coconut Leaf Top

Faster I ran, faster it spun on a slender stem.
My mom’s weaving magic was marvelous.
Her hard fingers – with the knife scars and
allergic rashes– worked wonders on green 
                                            coconut leaves.
Since I was always impatient to dash onto 
the ‘spinning ecstasy’, I forgot to admire
her, yet she wove again and again for me 
                                               with a smile.

Many skills die in the kitchen as the chicks
                                                    in omelets. 

Faster the leaf top spun, faster my experience
                                                            altered.

                  Speed’s a risky pleasure.

The top and I withered – faltered to a pause 
                                              by the evening.

Now I sit musing, ‘Experience is void, unless 
                                         there is movement’.


First printed in The Literary Hatchet, by Pear Tree Press, US.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment