Seeds

Day Two of WoPoWriMo – here is today’s effort, it is unedited and raw so feed back would be good 🙂

It has been inspired from the writing exercise on the WoPo website.

Seeds

I sit beneith the flame tress

Sipping mango juice

Wanting oogarly

In it’s milky sweetness


The sky is odd here

But not as different as I thought

Edges too sharp

The ground glitters

Earth red and orange

With large flat grey stones


Ox pull carts

With solum eyed boys

At their heads


I watch water being pumped

Orange and reeking

Into a truck

Destination – Towns drinking water


I sigh


My once white underwear

Streaked and stained

Because of that water


The too thin man opposite me

Thanks me once more

Bright teeth in dark face


He pushes the question again

Stay – teach our children

I feel the pang

I can not


I am home sick already


Go – he says

Become the geologist I train to be


Come back – he says

Dig wells


I sigh and look

Too equatorial skies

Wondering if I ever will

Come back to this land


He smiles

“You like the flame trees?”

I nod

“The seeds make good earrings”


And he is leaving

Taking the medical supplies with him


I look at my glowing

White hands

With bitten nails


I am 19 years old

I quell the guilt

By filling a press sill bag

Full of dark, round seeds


And dream

Of saving the world

Posted: Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010 @ 4:52 pm
Categories: WoPoWriMo.
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4 Responses to “Seeds”

  1. Jonathan Slaton Says:

    I love it! 🙂

    Is oogerly eagerly, or a new word for me to learn?

  2. admin Says:

    I’m not sure how to spell it – it was like this rice pudding type drink I had when I was in Kenya. I think it was made with maze or something.

    There was like a solid and liquid version of it.

    Thankyou 🙂

  3. Kev Sparrow Says:

    This is an interesting poem-I love the flow and the abstractness of the imagry. Well done!

  4. admin Says:

    Thankyou 🙂

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