Asian Gold - Sari, Cheongsam and Kimono. a poem

I really love this poem I wrote recently;

Asian Gold - Sari, Cheongsam and Kimono
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Saris, they hold on to you lady, like ruby,
making you one bastion of womanhood
as you walk sultrily down the street, carrying
the weight of India's savoir-faire round your
belly and hip, your shawl my heart, cruising
and frolicking all the way to the temple

they are a wear inspired by the Gods, Shiva,
Krishna, Brahma, Laskmi and Saraswati
they flow with grace like angels and they hold
on to you like an altar fit for the abode of
the Divine and when you set your body to dance
the Sari is all heavenly grace swirling and
twirling the world

Cheongsam your hip that goes up and down
the street makes this wear shoulder to toe
a golden measure of womanhood and all
the assets that it carries with a fine balance
slit in between for the prime mover of the house
to comport with ease without sacrificing her poise,
her gait they are meant to hold your gaze,
soothe your heart and perhaps inspire your spirit
as she resolutely walks you down five thousand
years of the resilience of her civilisation like
the leverage of her wear united, torn, united, torn
victory, defeat, victory defeat at the hands of
near and afar yet taking all in her articulate stride
with just a slit at the helm of her gown
to keep her from falling over

Kimono - they say japanese carried this
back from Tang China but what a magnificent
adaptation it has made in the land of the rising Sun
the Obi that so meticulouslyand warmly
holds up a Japanese nubile at the back as
she celebrates her coming of age
a shroud so close to the mother's waist
it carries the warmest memory
every child could have of mother
how they have clung on to her from
behind as she asked 'Do you love mom?
Do you love mom? ' under the profuse
spring cherry blossom

by john tiong chunghoo

Debora Short (6/15/2008 7:49:00 AM) Wonderful write, John!