I realize I am growing old
with my mother’s home prepared coconut oil,
pressed flowers on the sheets.
I sleep next to her
almost like a ritual now,
I realize
when she mumbles softly in her sleeps
the childhood was different-
It was full of prayers, folk songs, odes, laments.
I see her sleep walking now-
abruptly between the noises in her head
amidst the empty pale rooms,
Circling
Walking
Sitting
I see her sleeping with deep breaths,
a hard name to remember-
I realize, I am growing too old now
to witness the melancholy,
to paint my fingers in the sea of dementia.
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Melancholic. How do you do?
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Thanks. I feel this piece is an average though.
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I asked you about your disposition. This place is about your writing. Therefore, you’re right in your value assignment. Average might also be melancholic. For example: a piece can be excellent and melancholic and ordinary plus melancholic. Thus, color or mood of a verse shouldn’t be dependent on finesse of expression. My two cents. What do you think? This certainly being your poetry blog, isn’t a place for philosophical discussion about types of verse now. Isn’t it so?
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I am very much in agreement to this. I generally do not decide what and how my art can do to a person on a certain level as creating art itself is an imperative cathartic journey . But I have a certain way to check my works and I just felt this piece had a simple tone. Not bad, just plain.
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I understand. Thanks for the elucidation.
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That last part is so poignant, MVS… The realisation of growing old with parents is something that many a times keeps me oscillating between deep sadness and worry… As always, the perfect and most beautiful metaphors flowed from your poetic pen!
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Thanks Isha. This is an old poem that I was saving for something else. I wrote it because I was experimenting a different style and did not end up liking it much. I am glad that you adored it, lovely!
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I absolutely loved it! Keep experimenting, I say! 🙂
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such heartfelt meaning in your work! ❤️
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Thank you Cindy. So nice of you.
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You’re so welcome!!
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Loving this little pinch of melancholy.. May be that’s making your metaphors more beautiful.. 🤗💕
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This is beautiful and sad…
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Thank you for the read.
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The imagery of the speaker being anchored to their mother juxtaposes with the imagery of the mother being lost. This makes for a very moving poem Devika!
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I am glad you could connect. Thank you for your immense love:(
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My dear friend. You expressed gently a place we shall learn. We do change and we learn. We will follow our parent path to old age. The poem felt very personal. This is poetry dear Poet.
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I am so elated to read this kind comment. Thank you!:)
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I am glad dear friend. I loved your work today and you are welcome.
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I feel so relatable reading this. 💜
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Wow
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