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.
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.
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.
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.
© 2019 Sahana Narendran