They don't say
Just whisper aloud
With heaps of 'oh God' 'oh Lord'
Over my shoulder
That it's sad to see me in black
All alone in the wanderer
Being alone, left behind
To stuggle
To mourne
To cry
Refrained from the excite
Trying to make the ends meet.
I offer them my smile
A customized widowed one
Where lips are moulded to a line
A pretty shroud to my delight
What will they understand
I was already buried inside
Knees folded to chin I have cried
In the stench of sour alcohol
In the crankle of profanity
Everyday lil' more terrified.
Now that, has arrived solitude
Like lost kite from childhood
With forgotten dreams
A wipe to endless grief
Celebrate it
Enjoy it
Embrace it
The pleasure of solitude to reap.
This post is for poetry jam. It's an wonderful site giving weekly poetryhere prompt. You can visit them here.
PS: Thank heavens! It took me two whole damn days to put that pic above. Without the post would be incomplete.
Lost kite - love that image of floating into a sky of solitude. This is quite stunning and great images
ReplyDeleteThanks Alan. :) Credit of image goes to PoetryJam. :)
DeleteEXCELLENT and meaningful poem, Namrata. And welcome to Poetry Jam. A widow should not be weeping a long time in solitude really. I would hope that people would surround her a bit more with support as she mourns. I know this does not always happen though. Sad. You have some evocative images here - "knees folded to the chin" is so very expressive. And the '"lost kite from childhood" as well! And thanks for taking the time to add the photo. Hopefully it will be easier next time!
ReplyDeleteVery Mary. Thanks a lot for dropping here. I really enjoy PoetryJam prompts.:)
DeleteI too like the image of the 'lost kite'. Hopefully she can learn to survive emotionally and have different but new and attainable dreams.
ReplyDeleteI wish too. Dreams are the anchor that keep us ashore. :)
Deletea nice moving on from grief and sadness to the pleasure of solitude...love the wonderful imagery you've used specially that of the 'lost kite'...
ReplyDeleteThanks Sumana. :)
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ReplyDeletei like the image of the lost kite, which returns in surprise, after you have given up on it, bringing with it renewed hope
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Hey Gillena, thanks a lot. :) I am glad that you stopped by.
DeleteLoved this poem. Nostalgic since it brought back some memories.
ReplyDeleteThe lines I loved the most have already been mentioned in the comments below. :)
Keep writing babe!
Thanks red! I wish I could put some dark humor with nostalgia. :)
DeleteI hope that all is well with you and your loved ones. I was frightened a little until I realized that it was creative writing. Wishing you all the best.
ReplyDeleteAh Munir! Thanks for caring so much
DeleteEverything is fine here. Thanks for your wishes. Glad that my words could touch the sphere of reality.
love the second line...
ReplyDeleteThanks Suyash :)
Deletelovely poem , beautifully written
ReplyDeleteLoneliness
Thanks Cifar :)
Deleteintriguing...i feel a bit of the separation in the first two stanzas...mostly standing outside though intersecting in small moments like the shared smile....in even our pain we can rejoice and even the loss...we miss them of course....but there is still opportunity there....
ReplyDeleteIndeed Brian :)
DeleteChildhood's lost kite… if only we could all find that. Loved that reference.
ReplyDeleteMe too. I wish we could free ourselves from all the shackles. Thanks Margaret. :)
DeleteYour poem reminds me what poet Shelley had said, "Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."
ReplyDeleteThanks sir. :)
Deleteits irony that the most beautiful expression of words are born either from the sorrow of a writer or depicts sadness around. loved your words and the feeling I have after reading them. I would say that the 2 days spend on the photograph was worth it.
ReplyDeleteSeems life lit itself in solitude! Beautifully written and touching poetry, namrata.
ReplyDeleteI liked the way you have penned the lines of sorrow which ended with pleasure :) Photo indeed goes well with the theme.
ReplyDeleteWe see beauty only after we've seen sorrow. Well written, dear. :)
ReplyDeletesolitude can be bliss sometimes
ReplyDeleteand i think it is fact of life that pleasure does come after hard work or sorrow
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