No Regrets?

 

Mango dripping from our lips,

drowning in its sweet juicy syrup,

our souls kissed.

We were one.

 

Skins peeled off,

diving into the restless surf,

we plunged deep…sooo deep!

I have always known you.

 

Steam was rising.

Kept rising,

disappearing,

evaporating into the night.

I thought you knew.

 

But you never said a word.

Neither did I.

Just two friends

forever fumbling

around in the dark.

 

No regrets?

 

Rowena   5/3/2016.

I swear if it wasn’t for countless moments like this throughout history, so much literature, art and music simply wouldn’t exist. Just think of Keats and La Belle Dame Sans Merci

They say so often that youth is wasted on the young and now when I look back, I see so much self-doubt, crippling anxiety, paralysis. I especially remember being absolutely crippled on the dance floor. Sure, I wasn’t the most coordinated person but dance is about liberating your soul and expressing and sharing your spirit…not conforming to some inhibited social expectation.  Thankfully, I finally found my groove and left that inhibited shell behind and found my wings. Isn’t that such a beautiful thing?!!

This poem is pure fiction. Our son has to write 4 Haikus about the seasons and we were going through talking about each season, trying to pluck out its essence. Not just in the more conventional sense with Autumn leaves, snow and budding Spring. We live on the fringes of Sydney where all those images and symbols don’t apply. Seasonal changes here are much more subtle. Our clothes changes and the contours of the beach change but nothing dramatic…aside from pretty intense thunder storms but I think they can happen any time of year.

Anyway, feasting on mangoes is such a part of my Australian Summers. Not only eating the fruit itself but even licking my fingers and savouring the sweet juice. Hmm…heaven!

I’m sure mangoes and Summer passion go hand in hand and yet inhibition strikes at its core.

No doubt, we’ve all been there.

Any regrets?

xx Rowena

 

 

 

10 thoughts on “No Regrets?

  1. Norah

    Isn’t it wonderful the way parents can learn so much from their children’s homework? I love seeing this blossoming of poetic form in you. Using mango as a metaphor for summer passion is well done. I like the question: no regrets? Also “our souls kissed, we were one”. Lovely.

  2. roweeee Post author

    Thanks so much, Norah. I was trying to think of the essence of Summer for Mister and the mango came to mind and then the romance angle. That’s when I switched tracks and started scribbling down my own efforts. He still thinks all of that stuff is “yuck”. At least, I hope so.

  3. merrildsmith

    Lovely, Rowena. Mangoes are so sensuous–with all that sweet, dripping juice. (Or funny.) 🙂 It’s a nice metaphor.
    I just realized that my two nephews are about your son’s age. I can imagine they would think this is yuck, too. One is not a reader or writer; the other is well above his peers academically, but he’s mainly interested in science, history, and military endeavors.

  4. roweeee Post author

    Your nephews sound very familiar.
    My son had to write a page about himself for his Engish teacher and it’s the best piece of creative writing he’s ever done. Described himself as a bookworm. Ha! Bad mum burst out laughing! He does seem quite interested in the poetry writing so I hope he keeps it up. He seems to have a bit of a flair.

  5. roweeee Post author

    That sounds good, Norah. As much as parents balk at the whole teenage dating thing, you don’t want them to miss out either. Just find a nice someone to hold hands with!

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