Things Needed for Repairing the Nest
Last Saturday, the two had sat on the electric wire. Distance between them was grabbing attention in the night halogened darkness. Their nest had been damaged by the twin evening storms. This morning the male crow working on the nest again while female crow awaits on another branch dancing in the summer morning wind. The male is bringing in branches from the trees on the side of the road. He’s also bringing in wide thick nylon rope from the prominent electric shop on the other side of road to fixed it by the side of the nest. The woman caw seeing him struggling with the rope to get it fixed in, to get it adjusted to repair the damaged broken nest. She might be laughing or she might be instructing him. The man looked at her, and caw at last, the rope in his beak fallen down on the courtyard of the neighbor house. The woman caw dancing on the branch as the man looked down. Is she laughing; yes she is.
Things to Make the Rags Become Rich
When it times to donation the rags became riches by filling the bag, torn and thrown away. Volunteer knows half a day or a day or two job of them to make the rags again rag. Poor soul they are or the ones who stuffed rags into bag to be rich.
Things to Cool Your Hot Tea in the Morning
Few days left to the selection process of public’s representatives. The tea glasses or the clay cups are brewing smoke. People are on heel dissecting the candidates. Newspaper publishing the mark-sheets of each candidates. Their age, their win and lost in their electoral years–past, their assets and the constitution they are standing in. Scandals and happenings are also coming out as skeleton would out of a wardrobe making the death walk. From court to courtyard, from cafes to pavements, every one gossiping on the election. Summer is really going to be a hot one this year with northwesters storms hurling in often.
Things that Breeze of Drawn Let to Fly
The morning is windy one. The cool breeze woke me up early. To-day is my holiday, but, the breeze woke me up. A dream I was having. I cannot recollect it now. I ponder over my pillow to find something to ruminate. And there she is beside me. A morning dream I know. The marriage is to happen next year. Is this a dream or a vision or some tricks my thoughts were playing in the morning?
Things Needed for the Meal for the Pigeons and Crows
I scattered the crumbs of the breads. The pigeons flies in. The crows flies in. The second group caws as if lodging objection to treat the first one first. I smiled at them before throwing some big pieces to them. They stop cawing, and started fighting to get the best pieces. The sun was slowly shining high and piercing. MET has predicted thunderstorm in the late noon or early eve. Till then the pigeons, the crows and me have to sweat in this hot.
Written for Day 9 of National/Global Poem Writing Month 2019.
Our (optional) prompt for the day asks you to engage in another kind of cross-cultural exercise, as it is inspired by the work of Sei Shonagon, a Japanese writer who lived more than 1000 years ago. She wrote a journal that came to be known as The Pillow Book. In it she recorded daily observations, court gossip, poems, aphorisms, and musings, including lists with titles like “Things That Have Lost Their Power,” “Adorable Things,” and “Things That Make Your Heart Beat Faster.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own Sei Shonagon-style list of “things.” What things? Well, that’s for you to decide!