Dis/Enchantment? Poem by indira babbellapati
Dis/Enchantment?
the blemish on the moon
was made to be seen as
a patient old woman
ready to wrap me in her
white clothes smelling queerly
of old age that gave some security
or a spritely rabbit ready to jump out
just to amuse me with her flurry coat
i failed to pass on that moon
to my son whom the stars
lured into their web of reality
...all that i knew at much older age
he knew right as a teenager...
i still seek the old lady
and the fluffy rabbit up there
while he engages himself
negotiating the here and now
19nov2009
14.28hrs
Enjoy the show... Learn from your son... So that you can pass it on to him later with the lesson of your experiance!
I like this poem very much indeed. There is angst for the forgotten fairy tales of your childhood, as well as a certain pride in the fact that your son has replaced ancient story-telling with scientific 'knowledge'. I wonder what 'his' children will believe? I poem to ponder on. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I can see your creative mind being wrapped up from the blemish on your emotions and content with the magic of the rabbit. The generation gap of different perceptions is top marks to you and I am sure it will merge with son's eventually as it has with my grown up children. A philosophical creative poem Indira. 10 Karin
prof... sigh....montage and the internet but seriously isnt it better....rabitts just run off... now dont they... very nice...cheers
I prefer your creative version of reality. Excellent write. Kind wishes, Sandra
i think it is not about generation gap, but a unique outlook towards life of every person.and somehow we have to accept it........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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generation and the gap between them...........life is all about negotiating and taking one's share and be content with it...........we all seek the rabbits and the old ladies...while the gadgets respond to careless finger tips...Nice write Indira...read my latest poem BEYOND....when you have time