October 2021
Bio Note: I enjoy archiving memories of my childhood, youth, and my present life in poetic form. The interaction between my parents with their very different personalities, has continued to be a rich source of humor, which expresses itself in my verse. However, as I grow older, I realize just how much their wisdom and world views have shaped me, and provided me with valuable perspectives on my own parenting and outlook on life. My poetry continues to be published in various anthologies and journals.
Imperfections
I am a lover of imperfections
Drawn to the rugged arches of
My hacienda style backyard patio
Imperfectly stuccoed,
The haphazard petunias
In the black about-to-fall-apart window boxes
Overflowing in strangely intersecting angles
Defying the Pythagoras Theorem.
I do not crave
The neatly manicured lawn
With the perfect robin
Pecking at the perfect worm
Or the ants in their perfect line formation
Trudging diligently to store for the winter.
Rather, I love the clashing colors
Of randomly planted flowers
In zigzag furrows
The splashing robin
In the rusting bird bath
With water drops
Flying in all directions
Forming stained glass patterns
On the kitchen windows
Against the afternoon sun.
I love the fallen mix and match cushions
On the broken concrete patio floor
A book or two with the bookmark
Inevitably marking the wrong page
lying open on the wobbly tables
A half-drunk tea cup
With a grain of sugar
Fallen for the spider or the ant
To carry away.
I am a lover of imperfections
Of organized chaos
Of oxymorons and paradox
Absurd alliterations
Of poetic prose
And life
In all its contradictions
Worn lightly
And slightly frayed
At the seams.
©2021 Kavita Ezekeil Mendonca
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