Ariadne’s Notes:
The World Poetry Café Radio Show, March 16, 1- 2 PM PST, on CFRO 100.5 FM, welcomed the talented and lovely poetess Mamta Agarwal calling from India with her beautiful poems in a diverse and unique show. After four years, it was a great honour to talk to her and hear her wonderful poetry once again. https://worldpoetry.ca/?p=9088
Also included was the excerpt of a play by our super technician Victor Schwartzman, who left the radio listeners breathless during a dramatic section of the play “Listen to Me”. It is being published in the near future at: https://www.redfez.net
Celebrating St. Patrick’s Day was co-host Neall Ryon with a series of limericks by Bryon.
A very special e-poem Eternity. This is a poem inspired by the passing of time and memory (C) by Jason Endfield, (www.jasonendfield.com) from the UK was full of sensitivity and grace . We hope to hear more from this talented poet in the future.
To hear this special Show CLICK HERE!
Bougainvillea’s a poem by Mamta Agarwal, India.
After summer solstice,
We earnestly pray for rain
In north Indian plains,
Drained after a long unforgiving summer.
Gulp down lemonade
Or a drink made of khus, almonds and melon seeds
Or juice of roasted raw mangoes, sweetened
And spiced with crushed cumin
Black salt and fresh mint leaves.
I glance at the sky
From my balcony
Eyebrows knitted,
And sigh in dismay
As I watch clouds gather
Tease and leave.
I can smell rain in
Some far off hills,
As wind carries
Wet earth’s fragrance.
My eyes rest on woody bougainvillea;
Vines scramble over boundary walls
And fence lines of neighbourhood villas
In colours as varied as a child’s first
Box of water paints.
As I take a swig from
My bottle of Kinley,
Am filled with wonder,
How they remain so buoyant
All day and by night,
Despite no respite
From drought and heat.
While the Sun furiously beats
Down on earth’s cracked crust?
But mother nurtures the roots,
Who knows how she replenishes itself…?
The thorny vine knows not sloth,
And withstands the fiery wrath
And burst forth in blossoms,
Full of spirit
Just enjoying being.
Oft I wonder, some flowers
Are fragrant, others a’int.
See what a plethora
Of colour, size and aura!
How amazing, they parlance
In complete silence.
Captivated, I just forgot
I was feeling hot.
Mamta Agarwal (C) All rights reserved.
