Wounds Poems: 108 / 500

Tsunami

Exhaling satisfaction
You have banqueted well
Your swollen belly rolls relaxed
Satiated you spit
Carcass bones of my village
Unremorseful at my feet

Paraded on your watery shoulders
My mother's sari
Torn from her gentle body
Greets and grieves me

Profoundly wounds me

So calm...............
Your indifference now
While your adoring dead servants
Are littered in pyres
Returning ashen to the earthen cradle

Saturday, July 2, 2005
Wounds Poems: 108 / 500
Topic(s) of this poem: tsunami,village,catastrophe,death,disaster,grief ,loss,mother,tragedy
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 26 April 2015

This poem is so electric with feelings! It is a tender homage to the dead. A powerful evocation of the sheer force of nature. A persuasive embodiment of one of the survivors, who is just beginning to deal with what will be a daily burden of memory. The passage about the sari TORN from the mother's TENDER BODY expresses so much family love and the contrast between brute power and gentle affection. What a mismatch that was. Your personification of the tsunami transforms it into something of mythic awe. But psychologically it is very astute because the speaker can not yet confront this impersonal force which has robbed of so much personal happiness.

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Terry Craddock 22 November 2015

Masterful haunting unique exceptional, not to be explained, just savoured and enjoyed, because this poem is simply exquisite :) 10++++

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Kee Thampi 09 November 2006

My mothers sari Torn from her gentle body Greets and grieves me the real art of poetry, is a beak like words and feel, really you know the craft....

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John Tiong Chunghoo 03 April 2017

LOVELY POEM MY FRIEND..I WAS IN PHUKET DURING THE TSUNAMI AND I SAW THIS ON THE BEACH STEPS.... after the tsunami looking to the sea a wooden buddha

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Brian Mayo 09 December 2015

Watery shoulders- -magnificent. Unstable and inconsistent, like waves- -basically worthless for support. Spitting-out bones is the act of an ogre, a monster, and you've certainly shown us one here. Terrific poem, Simone.

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Bri Edwards 20 September 2019

i like this: " Satiated you spit Carcas bones of my village Unremorseful at my feet" but, surely you mean " Carcass" ? i like " greets and grieves" . but " adoring dead servants" ? ? ? WHO are the servants? And WHO/what do/did they serve? ? anyway, to MyPoemList. bri :)

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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 December 2017

Poignant write. The outcome of Tsunami was a great shock to human beings. Dear Simone, you have so nicely and heartfeltly inscribed this poem. It may be quoted... Paraded on your watery shoulders My mother's sari Torn from her gentle body Greets and grieves me Profoundly wounds me Thanks for sharing.

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Mj Lemon 03 November 2017

An amazing work, Simone. That first stanza is powerful....the image of the natural disaster behaving the way the human being stricken with gluttony and avarice approaches and devours more than his/her share of the communal wealth (well-being?) ...Those words leave an impression hard to forget. This goes right to my favourites list.

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Susan Williams 20 August 2017

Your swollen belly rolls relaxed Satiated you spit Carcas bones of my village Unremorseful at my feet- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -so excruciatingly painful and graphic but necessary if you are going to get across the whole tsunami disaster, I cannot imagine an entire village being swept away and so many faces of neighbors never to be seen again

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Paul Amrod 03 July 2017

Hi Simone, I like your earlier your of belching or burping as your first word, A dynamic representation of a belligerent apathy. Thanks for your stylistically critical poem, Paul

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