This week’s catch up poem, inspired by a few days in Cittagonng Hill Tracts, and the highlight of a field trip by boat, from Rangamati to visit farmers around Lake Kaptai.
Sunny Day in Rangamati
Open umbrellas
Daily by boat
To markets, schools, homes
Bright umbrellas
Gaily afloat
Back, forth, across Lake Kaptai
Rangamati 2016
This week’s poem inspired by contemplation that goes round and round and comes to all sorts of conclusions that keep changing and rotating back to earlier solutions and new ideas and falling over obstacles and finding solution which you don’t like after all and getting other ideas and so on and so on and so on.
Who knows (2)
Did you all know
your direction from the start?
Am I the only one
still fumbling in the dark?
Dhaka 2016
This week’s poem inspired by an image from Aleppo, a very little boy, dirty and dry-eyed in an orange plastic ambulance seat. Perhaps you have seen it too?
Aleppo
Many tears shed
For one boy who didn’t cry
When the gore and dust
Mixed to mud.
So much compassion
For one boy who didn’t die
Amongst the falling of bombs
And the blood.
Please stop the bombing
Careless death leave their sky.
Your turn to weep when
Babies tear ducts have run dry.
Dhaka 2016
This week’s poem, a micropoem inspired by several coinciding and unusual situations; impending departure from Bangladesh, the changed situation and atmosphere in Dhaka, the speed of change in the streets of Gulshan, with houses pulled down, high-rises bursting up-wards, roads dug up, the reduction in freedom of movement. Somehow everything seems different.
Dhaka 2016