A merry heart does good like a medicine
the yellowed brittle fortune
rest where he’d last touched it.
Beside the faded red envelope,
embroidered stitches now soft to touch.
She sipped her green tea, waiting.
The sun had set long ago
and now the rains were here.
Soon the streets would be a cacophony
drums, shouts, tourists and parades.
And from her window, she would see
the dragon dancing down the street,
her sign ever present, every new year
even in this approaching time,
the Year of the Monkey.
Closing her eyes, she saw again
mother, father, the land, and river
heavy rains bringing fish to the fields.
Images swam in and out in waves,
and memories filled her heart.
She sat, and sipped her tea,
waiting patiently.
Written for Toni’s Chinese New Year’s prompt at dVerse, a Poet’s Pub. Toni provided several fortune cookie slips and we were to choose one, and use it as the first line in our poem.
Photo credit: Yenhoon
This is very poignant really…the yellowed fortune from some past time…and the woman sitting and watching the dragon while reminiscing about times past. Sigh. What an evocative scene.
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Thank you, Mary. I’m afraid I’m last on the list this time…..did not get to this til this morning. Do appreciate your read and very happy you liked it.
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I didn’t either. Could it be my email? It seems so slow for the internet.
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An excellent poem, enjoyed it immensely; rife with specificity of place & time–sweet & sour, reflective & imaginative, just the right amount of detail, leaving much for our imaginations to fill in. Lovely wordsmithing, like the line /heavy rains bringing fish to the fields/–that image a bit sad & haunting.
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Thank you so much, Glenn. Always appreciate your impressions.
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A feast of the senses it what I would call this. Beautiful.
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So happy you liked it. Sipping tea I am, right now in the Bermuda sun.
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That must be rough! 😉 Enjoy!
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I too am sipping tea as I read this. I found this quite wonderful. Thank you for sharing it.
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Ah….so glad you enjoyed it. Sip away! 🙂
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OH. My chest let go of a great big breath, as I was reading this. Whoosh. Waiting with her. Perhaps mourning with her. So well done, Lillian.
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So very glad you liked it. Yes — mourning and waiting with happy and beautiful memories…she is a beautiful lady waiting to rejoin her loved ones in another place.
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This poem gives a poignant peek into a reminiscing soul. 🙂
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Very well said — love your reply!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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I admire her patience in the waiting, not bitter nor angst, just the patience of waiting ~ I love the title, very positive self affirmation ~ A wonderful read Lillian ~
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Thank you so much, Grace. I so enjoyed learning about the Chinese new year — and thinking about their wonderful respect for the elderly…their gentleness in old age…and the beauty of the reds and yellows.
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This is truly touching to the soul. Beautifully written.
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Thank you so much. Your kind words are truly appreciated!
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I really like the mood you create in this one…it longs for the backstory. I feel the setting of this.
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Thank you, Victoria. Hmmm a back story….
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I so much love how you let my mind run for the story behind it… it seems like for she manage to sooth her pains with tea…
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Glad you ran with it…..Enjoyed learning about the Chinese New Year very much! 🙂
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Ah.. yes
a hot
bath..
a warm
bed.. now..
and toilet
paper.. our
ancestors
say look
at what
we did
so you
can
have
that..
ugh
yeah..
first
word
prob
lems..
Merry
Christ
mas
alWays
now..:)
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Good morning, Katie. Yes, this beautiful lady in my poem is indeed thinking of her ancestors….and perhaps waiting to join them.
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Good morning Lillian Love of yoUr ancestors shine iN yOur words and eYes..:)
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Very beautiful.
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Thank you! Smiling I am, over my first cup of coffee this AM.
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This could be such a sad poem, but I get the feeling that even though your protagonist has lost much, she takes joy and comfort in her memories.
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Exactly…..beautiful memories keep her company until she joins her loved ones in that next place. She is smiling throughout. Glad you felt that, Bryan. Smiling I am.
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you’ve truly created beauty in such nostalgic scenes…
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Thank you…so happy you liked it. I loved the prompt.
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I feel the dragon’s sinewy form curving throughout your elegant words here, Lillian
am:)
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I was wishing for one of your drawings when I finished this one! I could just see you having fun drawing a Chinese joyful dancing dragon!
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I see dragons in the future:)
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