Sunday, July 14, 2013

Poem: See, a Fishing Junk



See, a Fishing Junk
a sijo

See, a fishing junk floats to Kowloon
& I saw a typhoon drinking the harbor.
Stop, I said, do not drink all the water
For the sake of the fishing junk.

But the typhoon drank on
For the sake of relative humidity.

(c) Nissa Annakindt Dec. 13, 2012

One of my more recent poems, and thus not included in my book When the Opium Cactus grows. I will probably be sharing it in the poetry group Red Explosions Poetry Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/479819908761898 Please consider joining the group if you write poetry.

Shared on Poetry Pantry #158.

The kitten in the picture is Anthony, who decided to take a nap in the garbage can the other day. He is named after Saint Anthony, who found kitten Anthony and his sister when they went missing for a week. 

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18 comments:

Anand S Unni said...

Oh, I really loved the kitten. Nice name too. And the part where the typhoon drinks the harbor blew me apart. ;)

NataĊĦa Dolenc said...

:) I like the end..how it goes on drinking... and what a lovely kitten. :)

Kodjo Deynoo said...

There is a lot underneath the simple words here

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

Nice and simple yet attractive

Mary said...

So glad you rescued the kitten. And the poem....I enjoyed it. I love 'for the sake of relative humidity' and your tongue-in-cheek presentation.

Brian Miller said...

the typhoon certainly does not care...smiles...i like how you lighten this..and hey anyone that cares for kittens is good in my book...smiles.

Danny Earl Simmons said...

Typhoon drinking the harbor - cool.

booguloo said...

If you live where the relative humidity is more important than the temperature... Been there, done that.. no mas! smile

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

good one

Karen said...

This sounds almost mythical to me. Am I reading it wrongly?

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"a fishing junk floats to Kowloon" lifted me right away, much as does Meryl Streep in Out of Africa, when she begins to spin her magical story..........I have been poking around trying to find your About information - no luck. You are mysterious as the winds over Howloon! Wonderful writing!

Abin Chakraborty said...

there's a mischievous humour which ripples through this blog. from the title to the poem to even this comment box, there is a signature comic style.thoroughly enjoyable.

Mama Zen said...

Beautifully done!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I do not know this form--but loved the feel of this--beautifully done--

Poet Laundry said...

Very nicely done and I enjoyed the photo as well. :-)

nissa_loves_cats said...

Thanks all for the feedback. I enjoyed the poems I read on this week's Poetry Pantry a lot.

ssmatthews451 said...

I found this quite interesting and thought it could well be expanded into a story.

Loredana Donovan said...

Intriguing and unique! Love the kitten, too :) Thanks for visiting my blog.