A Proustian Moment
The madeleine moment when I too ceased to be 
Contingent and mortal : asleep with drudgery and ennui 
Not forgetting fear, grief, anguish 
Walking down the dull empty street 
Blind to magnificence of pink flowering trees.. 
Then a gentle breeze wafted a distinct odour 
of frying tomatoes 
Of a sudden my heaviness gone, seeing with 
perfect clarity myself as a child at the bay 
Camping with my father man, laughing as he cooked 
a pan of fresh, fleshy, bright red tomatoes 
In butter over a beach fire : cups of billy tea 
Slices of white bread and we ate : 
These were perfect moments 
Now I am awake 
Astounded at the beauty all around me 
Isha Wagner is a New Zealand poet. She has resided in many countries including Iceland, Libya, India, and Australia.  She read some of her work at the VIII International Poetry Festival held in Granada, Nicaragua, in February 2012. She has had three collections of poetry published. 
This is a nice poem. I can feel the passion in writing it. Thank you for sharing, Isha. Continued blessings!
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I really enjoyed this. It took me back to a time and a place that is near and dear to my heart, in memory.
ReplyDeleteThank you Isha, for the wonderful memories you conjured up for me with my own dad who loved to brew up his own special concoctions over camp fires. The love I felt as he so happily stirred up his yummies for us to enjoy, will never be forgotten. I much appreciated the read and your talent.
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ReplyDeleteLots of emotion expressed in this poem. It is like one must be pinched to "get out of the daydreaming" mode. A deep and deeply expressed write, my friend. Sheri / www.poetryandbeyond.net
ReplyDeleteLovely to share your memories Isha:
ReplyDeleteThey took me back to times we went camping...nothing like eating in the outdoors and being in touch with Nature and beauty, It really does awaken our senses.
Hugs,
SuZ