A Newfound Vocation

 

Instead of vacuuming the living room,

Instead of stirring the stuffed parathas,

Instead of crumbling under the daily grind

Of nine-to-six job, with newfound raptness,

I’m planning to write poetry, appeasing

My bruised heart with ointment-like words.

 

Delving into the maelstrom of my past,

Picking up the broken parts, searching for

The memories that bind, I’m thinking

Of doing a little wabi-sabi, mending life,

Bringing the pieces together, and composing

A little poem that squeaks in a gleeful voice.

 

Unlike the old Ezra, I’ll surely make it new.

 

 


Bibek Adhikari





Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2019-01-03 at 13:16

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Members of Coo & Co nod enthusiastically together. This is well composed, Bibek, and we wish the N every success in this vocation :>)
2019-01-15


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2019-01-04


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this. Direct and firm, and winsomely forthright. Perhaps I phrase it oddly. But good job!
2019-01-04


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Good luck. A "gleeful voice" would be fun to hear. I find it really hard to sit down and start writing poetry. Rather, poems typically come to me when I'm doing something like vacuuming.
2019-01-03


Christopher Fernie
Dear Bibek,

Happy New Year and good luck with your inner career!

Cheers,

Chris
2019-01-03


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Perfect imperfection, Bibek, gentle and unhurried.
2019-01-03