1.
quiet morning _
petals love the watering hand
2.
shadows of a tamarind tree _
your company
3.
jute bangles _
smell of perspiring hands
4.
light warmth _
cups love having tea from your teapot
5.
pale yellow hydrangea _
our moonlit evening walk
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July 2, 2025
Categories:
tamarind tree, imagery, nature,
Form: Haiku
Ludwig Leichart
This perplexing country,
(such an under statement),
where rivers run upside down,
marbles are strewn by the Devil
and Songlines
etched in memory are
sung by those few who know.
Seeking Victoria,
the blazed trees could not help,
the Prussian collapsed, looking at the blue.
Initialled stunted trees showed the way,
signposts to oblivion,
while the heat,
always the heat,
in a furnace of shadeless infinity
dessicates his body.
What use the blaze?
He cannot walk or crawl,
only a palanquin borne by flies,
Oh the flies,
will carry him there
until their wings melt.
He came from the south
humming tunes from a Baroque choir
to reach the Arafura sea,
where Cornish stone -masons build chimneys
to ward of the chill (sarcastic laugh).
and a Tamarind tree guards the entrance.
The red coated soldiers have left
And he, Ludwig had vanished.
A fanfare blasts, .
Is that an angel holding Brown’s hand
up there on top of a nunatak of the desert,
the quavers and semi-quavers merging
in an anthem of despair?
Categories:
tamarind tree, endurance,
Form: Free verse
They walk in single file beside the river.
Five young men heads newly shaved,
their saffron robes washed so frequently
that orange has turned a saffron yellow,
a yellow seen in temple lamps at dusk.
They gather under a broad Tamarind tree
for shade and rest.
There was a big match last night.
I overhear the names
of Thai football players lauded or lampooned.
The boys shuffle their feet,
dribbling imaginary soccer balls,
skillfully tackling less nimble opponents -
their excited talk
is birdsong beside the water.
Some playful rib digging --- then off they go
one behind the other along the Klong,
processional once more, reciting
a numinous Buddhist chant;
their beatific smiles
perhaps recalling a fumbled kick
or an easy goal.
Categories:
tamarind tree, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Someone in the packed compartment spoke in my native tongue..
Voice resonated in my ears.. reminiscence of the past..beckoned..
A gush of wind from the far east... swept me off my feet..
Fragments of imagination took a flight…
Nostalgia spread its wings…thoughts rolled over…
I vividly remember…though not all…
As children we played under the tamarind tree that bred…
flocks of birds and their younglings in its shade..
Clatter of school children bubbling over with laughter…
Women gossiping in their husky voices as they bathed together...
Jingles of the bells hanging from the cattle necks..
filled the environs as they marched home in the dusk..
To watch the splendor of the falling stars..
and the mistfying cold moon of the winter…..
An old owl hooting.. unaware of crack of the dawn ....
The hearth in the corner that kept us warm..
Days spent chasing the colorful dragonflies…
Lying easy under the sun… till the twilight.
I want to go walking the paths back home…to my small village
somewhere in the nature’s womb….
Categories:
tamarind tree, 10th grade,
Form: Verse
Let's share our love
The love we know little about
As our hands feel each other
So would our souls
Tell your boss to day is unworkable
And i will tell mine
Today is unmissable.
Today we shall harvest the fruits of love
From our Tamarind tree
Which we grew together
Today we will share the peanuts of love
We will take our oath by the giant oak tree
You and i will dine on the table, for two, of abundance
I know that our love will be loved by our love,
That this night we shall reach the peak of the stars,
Swim in the great blue sea of mystery,
And wrap ourselves with the fluid of our orgasms.
Categories:
tamarind tree, love, love,
Form: Free verse