Naka and I share a very common interest: people.
When I get bored with myself, Naka says, I try to remember past the holes in my brain what this or that person said. It gives me great pleasure to try and analyze what causes people to say what. Like the day a lady asked me:
What is your main interest?
Why? I asked.
Oh, then I know what to speak to you about, she answered.
I giggle. What did you tell her?
Kittie-Kat, sleeping on Naka's lap, opens her eyes and then blocks us out with a paw over one eye, peeking. I take a quick photo, urged by Naka.
Now, what did you TELL her? I repeat, inquisitively.
Oh, I told her I love oranges. We then spoke only about oranges -- oranges, oranges, oranges, until the cows returned home."
Now I am laughing out loud, wiping the tears from my cheeks.
You are lovely, Naka says.
Still laughing, I get up, kiss her on her flushed cheek and giggle in her neck with my arms around her.
It feels so good to be loved by you, she says, laughing too. My antique stories become evergreen when I tell them to you, for they become your own, so much so that I totally enjoy reading about me. Why, I am 90 years old. Totally done. Yet, I must be fascinating to be important enough for you to write about me.
Oh, but you are!I exclaim, with sudden seriousness. You are my very own special Naka star, yes: mine. You are my guardian, and I am yours.
Ah yes, we are ours. That is why I tell you all this nonsense about me. I shall tell you what I never told her: I knew all about oranges. I grew up amongst oranges. I loved oranges! My mother, not knowing what to do to get me from under her sight, finally shoved me into an outside room on the porch.
Ah! It was so great: I could do all the things I loved when they were asleep: play the piano, swim and listen to the silence of night. And: I could walk underneath the orange trees, and smell their beautiful sweet blossoms and the lavender and rosemary seam of the herb garden. I could touch smiling stars against a charcoal sky!
Now her sky blue eyes turn to stars, too.
Naka is happy. As she always was.
Author notes
Word prompts: lovely, flushed, antique, guardian, charcoal, rosemary
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A contest entry
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Oh Naka, I was in Africa once, on a story old and untold, I saw the stars, like ripe oranges ready to be plucked. So close at hand and so clear...
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Nakatoomeee!
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This is beautiful and full of the gentle warmth you bring to so much of what you write. Your words are a celebration of life and the people around you. Rather than teach us what to do, it seems you teach us how to be . . . that is your gift to us. Thank you.
Garrison
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Once again, Garrrison ...
you simply get to the core of being. Of course you would.
Love is such a divine privilege. It is our gift. And we keep forgetting it ... I bask in the warmth of His Love ... How can we not share that? Constantly? By merely being?
I can say I love you, Poet, with you knowing exactly what I mean. That is the relief of being spiritually mature, and linked by the golden thread of knowing Home.
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this is an excellent read. thank you so much for writing this.
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Thank you, Sweet Tara ...
for some reason Naka reminds me of your grandmother, too, you know? And how you loved her ... You are so gentle and I love your poetry. Always the snippets of a life filled to the brim, the essence told.
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I could walk underneath the orange trees, and smell their beautiful sweet blossoms and the lavender and rosemary seam of the herb garden
That was beautiful. This whole piece was beautiful, my dear friend. You are really a kind and wonderful soul, Myra! I am so glad that you are my friend here!
Truly a fabulous piece. I hope that you win the contest.
Mike
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Thank you, Mike ...
I am thrilled that you enjoyed this conversation. I wish not to forget one word, that is why I started this collection. And, sharing her, is a privilege indeed. Of course I asked her permission first. She knows that Allpoetry is my home away from home!
I, too, am glad that you are my friend. You know how much you teach me about creative writing! Especially you youngsters!
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could I borrow precious Naka for a day or two or three or a week or month or..i want her in my life too...
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Oh Aiyana! Now she IS in your life too! Please know this! We are all linked by Divine Love ... and you read this for a special reason. She is indeed a wonder to behold ... and such a delight!
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Thank you.
I too, have grown fascinated of the lovely 'Naka.
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Grin!
I told Naka about you! What's more: I printed out your comments and showed her! She giggled. I see her daily, and it is a wondrous privilege.
Thank you for reading the Naka Collection, Donnz!
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