Kathmandu
I've never been to Kathmandu
it's highly unlikely I'm ever going to
and I don't consider macaques the least bit holy
while some there choose so to do
tho' they may be Nepalese aristocracy
no they won't make a monkey of me
such couldn't leave me any colder
as it's all in the mind's eye of the beholder
and who decides what is
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Categories:
kathmandu, animal, fun, humor, religion,
Form: Rhyme
Displaced In Kathmandu
Our dinner, boiled to death root vegetables, we swallow in silence as night closes-in on the school. The co-opted Buddhist monastery housing us empties its porcelain thrones into the walled garden’s weedy rear yard. Village women wash: the floors, the pots, the laundry from first light to deep dark. The water runs downhill. War does
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Categories:
kathmandu, anxiety, fear, war, ,
Form: Haibun
Kathmandu
He had never seen the temple
As he leaned against the blessed stone.
He never saw the mountain
Which took lives, and tried, and never forgave.
His eyes never rose above your knees
And he never saw your shoes
As his body decayed faster than an avalanche.
His mind vanising quicker than the warmth
To be given from the descending coin or two
Flicked
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Categories:
kathmandu, solitude, sympathy,
Form: Narrative
Kathmandu
Kathmandu
a quaint, romantic name,
had wanted to go there now it is a dream.
Nepal, this small mountain country
often used a golf ball between big countries
for purely selfish reasons.
Thousands of people killed and classical
palaces are reduced dust covering
mountain tops
as a fog of sadness
Cry my lovely I can only offer you friendship.
But for
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Categories:
kathmandu, allegory, allusion, anger, anxiety,
Form: Blank verse
Kathmandu, Nepal 2003
The sun drenchs and heat soaks the air.
It throbbs with fumes.
The drivers of the three wheeled, canvas covered
taxi’s curse, beep, and press
their way between motor cycles
with garishly clad riders.
Males in western-style helmets
drive women, dressed in peacock-colored saris,
down the main boulevards between
the Mercedes of diplomats and
the Range rovers of the wealthy Western usurpers.
Upon the cracked
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Categories:
kathmandu, urban
Form: Narrative