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.
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
Editor's Note: If this poem(s) moves you please consider writing to the author (email address above) to tell her or him. You might say what it is about the poem that moves you. Writing to the author is what builds the community at Verse Virtual. It is very important. -JL