Once a venture
now an old love seems to me
like a sugar avalanche -
a storm in a cup of tea!
Yet, you can see
beyond blue petals
the cracked bone of
white bone chinaware,
my teaspoon gently
touching the worn-out tableware
is telling bizarre stories
about an old love affair.
Sofia,20/10/08
I would like to quote Horace here 'ut pictura poesis' (A poem is like a painting.) ... This is the true beauty of a poet, when he/she handles and executes a simple naive thought with the beauty of imagination and art is nothing but the extension of our raw imaginations... The broader you can look the more area you cover in a single glance and sometimes you focus at a little ignored thing and make it a masterpiece by the beauty of your vision... You have that talent my friend... Keep it up... Regards, Kamran
Sofia, whatever you touch upon turns into gold. The stricken porcelain, perhaps, is the climax of the bizarre about the old love affair. The imagery bears your imprint.
That's very interesting...quite contemplative i'd say....i'm not sure i fully understand it, but i do like the imagery/word usage. i especially like the tea tie in, but personally i prefer coffee- bold ;)
Lovely, One. A Proustian moment, when a little piece of sense data like a teaspoon tinkling on a cup transports you back to a moment when you were somewhere else, your mind and feelings directed somewhere else. The 'sugar avalanche'... to be buried in sweetness that couldn't last, in contrast with more binding and deep attachments... the 'venture' dissolved after hopes that it would be meaningful, not a storm in a teacup...The suggestion of sadness and loss in your image of bone, conjured up by association with bone china, smoothed and refined to transparency and now entangled with the idea of transience and death. ... so much feeling suggested in these few throw-away words.
A soft green touchy expression on love. Love with 10 Onelia.
A very fine poem. Remembering an old love affair, once a venture now seems childish, in such a sophisticated and symbolic way is a real delight of your poetry. I think everyone has this venture in his/her life............10/10. Best Wishes Naseer
I love this poem Onelia... its imagery is second to none. Bravo. HG: -) xx
So much truth in this. Spoons do, of course, exist to stir...... and yes. So much in so few words. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful analogy about the delicacy and yet hardwariness of bone china. I love the picture you painted here Onelia, it is especially tender and yet shows strength of character from the writer, HG: -) xx