rough

this is the
rough
side of town
and we are
rough
with sharp edges
like the bits of bottles
that are sometimes
(roughly)
strewn on the footpath
and sparkle
when they catch the light.

this is the
rough
side of town
and we sleep
rough
under bridges
and hide our stash
(roughly)
in the lavender bushes
that smell of scented grandmothers
in long abandoned childhoods.

this is the
rough
side of town
but we have lavender bushes.

so there.

11 comments:

John Doe said...

exactly!

Marty Mars said...

it reminds me of a bottle edge, zig-zagged and jaggered

the form, the images, the language

i really admire your poetry

feddabonn said...

ey john!

thanks marty! your encouragement keeps it going!

indianhomemaker said...

Beautiful, though sad....

I read Marty Mars comment above and felt my thoughts are expressed much better there!!

mesjay said...

lovely poetry. i love the image of bits of broken bottle catching sunlight. btw, how's a lavender plant, can you send me a pic?

feddabonn said...

thanks IHM! it was intended to be more defiant than sad, though.

@mesjay: thanks, will do!

ruolngulworld said...

lovely poem. made me think of my own scented grandmother from my long abandoned childhood.

feddabonn said...

much thanks ruolngul!

...isn't it also time for an update on yours? :)

ruolngulworld said...

i know an update is long overdue and i even have a title for my next update :) but no meat to fill in the pot :(

feddabonn said...

ah shouldn't let a thing like that stop you...heard of nail/stone soup? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stone_soup

Joe Pinto said...

My dear baruk,

I am the eldest of four. When my brother was born 20 months after me, our mother had to take care of him. So she sent me to sleep with my grandmother. That is where that "smell of scented grandmothers
in long abandoned childhoods" comes in. I miss her.

Peace and love,
- Joe.