Saradha Koirala

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Your words, my lines

I’m hard work, you said to me
Black ink pools bear rocks for sure.
New paths will be forged to set us free
I’m hard work, you said to me.
On windswept dunes it’s hard to see
The late waves power their tidal lure.
I’m hard work, you said to me
Black ink pools bear rocks for sure.

Black ink pools, you’re indelible, for sure
but concealable in the tidal flow
that comes and goes beneath my eyes
with rhythmic tug of lies, reassurance, lies.

Those waves might seem to lure you now
the power, surge and brightening foam
until the jagged rocks appear
and words alone can’t forge a new path here.

So who works hardest? The patient or demanding?
Whose painted smile keeps her near.
Perhaps too close. On windswept dunes it’s hard to see
yet I’m hard work, you said to me.

Tuesday Poem – Midnight Slugs

Several nights now I come home late
find fat slugs feasting on the cat’s food
in a corner of the kitchen.

They must find their way
by smell, extrude slimy bodies
beneath a gap in the door, sucker
their mouths onto meaty biscuits
gorge themselves until girth and greed overwhelm.

Slow slide back out into the garden
a mere glistening trail
by my morning’s approach.

 

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Hot water cools (eventually)

A burn the shape of a swift bird in flight
fades slowly from my hand
reminds me my sleepless week
past.

 

I wrote this as an exercise for an amazing online Iowa course I’m currently doing. When I’m stressed and exhausted I do clumsy things and injure myself. It’s well documented. But it’s always reassuring to find that tiredness can be remedied; flared tempers (of others) can be calmed; injuries heal and I find something to laugh (or write) about every day.

 

Tuesday Poem – Rabbit Island Triolet

Rabbit Island memories are captured in your lines,
my lines record the capturing and not the scene at all.
I told you of past fears as we drove between the pines
Rabbit Island memories are captured in your lines.
In the chill of Wadestown I’ll recall those warmer times,
your sketch and my connection make warmth easy to recall.
Rabbit Island memories are captured in your lines,
my lines record the capturing and not the scene at all.

 

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Tuesday Poem – To Do and Be

IMG_4867Legs twitch a constant itch longing for action production and purpose.
No indent left in sagging bed – so tense it’s like levitating.

Leave to learn new verbs: Rest, breathe, stroll. Think things through.
Wings uncrumple, sea air inflates lungs clouds part and regather.

A risen ford forces stillness, blocks the only way out.
Trapped relaxing causes back aches and a cold turkey come-down.

Breathe. Think. Visualise the empty city house.
Fill space with light. Buy a new bed. Make an impression from now on.

 

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Tuesday Poem – Secret Garden

Autumnal mix
signals warning and welcome

push through the leaf window
glassless, opaque

leaving no fingerprints, no clues
to discover a place

where healing is possible
beyond the leaves of a paperback

beyond the rustle
the growth.

 

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Tuesday Poem – As You Like it

Dad calls to tell me he’s well
and life is just a drama
from Monday to Sunday.

He says someone plays music
another dances into view
we’re all just acting
until the curtain comes down.

I don’t know if he’s ever read Shakespeare
but his metaphor, apt
on a day of walking to the beach
worrying about Grandad (pipes
and whistles in his sound)
calling each other to describe our lives.

Here, he says,
someone is in the cupboard
deciding what to wear
another has left to buy chillies.

Someone else has called his daughter
as she walks to the beach
to say everyone is well here
playing their part
and life is just a drama
until the curtain comes down.

 

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