once we hear the rustles
of plastic bag, the heavy
footsteps of my dad tired
from a day-long toil, we
know it’s here. the treat we call
Indian mangoes. Kings of
Philippines summer (in
houses where cheaper
varieties were considered
best) dressed in grass-green
its flesh more honey than
vinegar. if you’re lucky
at its center you may get
your own sun, a sign. sweetness
beyond the mind of your
tongue. it’s been two years
since my teeth met its
golden flesh. i wonder
when. i wonder when.
one can only guess.
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There’s such a poignancy to this ending. It made me think of lockdown and all the experiences we’ve missed, the times with family, the returns to “home”. I love your description of mangos – so many great memories here.
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Yes, dear Sarah. Thank you for understanding the ending so well. I have not been home (Philippines) for more than a year now because of this pandemic and sometimes the missing is heavy to bear. Anyhow, stay blessed. ❤
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I love mangoes too, especially the ones that grow in my grandparents’ house. Sadly due to the pandemic, we haven’t gone home in a long time and I don’t know when we will be able to travel safely.
You’ve clearly managed to portray all those memories and the feeling of missing home and the all the experiences that being home brings.
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I totally feel you. I am in another country and thousand miles away from my home. It isn’t easy. I hope you can travel to your grannies soon. Stay safe, Shweta.
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I know. It isn’t easy, especially now. I hope you’ll be able to travel to your country too. Soon. Thank you, Rosema. Take care. Stay safe.
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i hope the same to you, Shweta. Blessings!
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I have a large mango tree growing in the lot I’m turning into a little park. Still waiting to taste its flesh.
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Oh!! I hope it bears some juicy fruits soon!
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such a beautiful description, R. C…..
❤
David
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ah. thank you for noticing these lines, David. Gratitude!
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This is beautifully written and I agree with Sarah, the ending is poignant. I have never tried this fruit but I am curious to do so now.
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It would totally be yummy, Ingrid, if you can get a good quality Indian mango. 😉 Thank you for your visit!
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Awww dear, masarap pa din ang mangga☺
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yes. the best pa din ang indian mango!
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I agree with Sarah about the poignant ending, lockdown and everything the pandemic took away. Mangoes are my favourite fruit, but they’ve been hard to get over the past year, and those we have found weren’t very sweet. I love the opening of your poem, the way it introduced the fruit through sounds, and the lines:
‘at its center you may get
your own sun, a sign. sweetness
beyond the mind of your
tongue’.
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Oh, dear Kim. Your comment makes my heart swell with joy. Thank you for your kindness to this poem and for your keen attention to details. You definitely heard my heart. P.S. I hope when things are better you can find the sweetest mangoes again. Would definitely recommend our Philippine Guimaras mangoes and of course the Thailand ones. 😉
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That was deliciously written – a beautiful ode to the deliciousness that is mango.
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Oh thank you, Dale!
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🙂
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This is incredible poetry—the flow, pacing, line breaks. What a pleasure to read aloud. I will be watching you. Excellent work.
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Oh, Shawna. Such kind words. Thank you. Hope to see you around.
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Of course, you would also write about them, smiles. I miss the sweetness of the mangoes as those found here in Canada are not that sweet (from Mexico). I so love that green mangoes taste specially with the mixed sourness of other stuff. Missing your homeland is sad but someday, we will all go home, smiles. Take care!
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Your comment and our shared memories with mangoes and our homeland, they’re making me mushy and teary inside, Grace. I pray we will be able to, someday. Stay safe, you!
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I visited the Philipines briefly some ten years ago, and if there is one thing I remember it’s the pride you have in your mangoes… I can really feel how hard it must be not to be able to get home… we can only hope that soon it will get better.
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oh yes. we are quite proud about them and the many varieties our land can grow. 🙂 happy to hear you were able to visit! did you enjoy your time there?
And yes… i pray the world will heal soon. stay safe, Bjorn.
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I adore this whole poem. Pakistan has those same sunny yellow mangoes, which I remember from my childhood. So sweet as you described that it’s “beyond the mind of your tongue.” Love that! :-). And the wondering when you’ll taste them again. It’s almost romantic 🙂
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oh that’s awesome! it’s amazing how fruits can carry our history, aye? grateful you felt each phrase, Sunra. stay blessed.
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You’re welcome. You too, areadingwriter ☀️
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Your poem is incredibly touching …. and beautifully written. We love mangoes in our home as well. Take care ……
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Happy to hear you’re fond of this fruit, too. Stay safe and thank you, Helen.
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This is incredibly gorgeous 😀 I especially resonate with; ” if you’re lucky at its center you may get your own sun, a sign. sweetness beyond the mind of your
tongue.”💝💝
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aha. these lines made me smile as i write them. thank you, Sanaa!
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The King of Fruits!
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Indeed!
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YAY!
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🙂
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