NaPoWriMo

DAY 4 – Amnesia

April 6, 2019

The prompt given by the official NaPoWriMo site: A poem that achieves sadness through simplicity.

So here I am, writing something in simple words – which happens to so not be my style. Yet, it was fun creating this.

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AMNESIA

The scent of bluebells linger by my bed

Are those bluebells? For time has stroked them grey.

I forgot what instance brought them to me.

Or even why I wake to these draperies.


I forget. A strange woman, her eyes like mine,

Strides in with a bowl of steaming soup.

I don’t recall her, fear her intimacy even.

Perhaps I’d ask her who she is. But I don’t.


I’d forget. She stays a while – dusts the books.

Uncovers the vivid colors from photos;

Unknown faces stare from wooden frames.

‘Midst them, the strange women, yet not quite her.


“The light breeze plays with the golden leaves

Can I take you on a stroll, mom,” she says.

I stare – mom? Is she perhaps my daughter?

But I don’t ask. Instead I mutely nod.


She feeds me the soup. Which season is this?

I don’t ask. I would eventually forget.

All that I remember is the strangeness

That always hangs about me – but I accept it.

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We walk hand in hand, my daughter and I.

Tomorrow, her affection already would have faded.

I wonder if I owe her for kindness yesterday too

And how many heaps of yesterdays more? –

But I don’t ask. And she doesn’t remind.

So we walk hand in hand, my daughter and I.

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I am inviting you all to join me in this venture. Use the prompt given above to craft your own verses.
And oh, be sure to tag me.

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#NaPoWriMo

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© 2019 Sahana Narendran

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