Day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2020
(Photo: Aashish Vaidya. Image taken on a trail during early, foggy, but fine autumn morning.)
Along the Trail
Breeze carrying the fragrance of little white saucers with a purple stain along the trail
First the hailstorm, then a stream rushing down the rain drain, along the trail.
Runners and walkers, cyclists and skaters, everyone jockeying for position
Being social is natural, but physical distance we must maintain, along the trail.
A peacock preens its long iridescent train to attract a mate, that’s his nature.
A narcissus falling in love with his own reflection, that’s just vain (along the trail).
At peak hour, commuters ride shoulder to shoulder, earbuds to earbuds
All that glides on rails are empty carriages of an empty train, along the trail.
In the park, not too long ago, talented young poets exchanged rapid lines
All you hear now is ‘Mirage’ of rhythm and rhyme and tired, old refrain, along the trail.
Notes: First day of NaPoWriMo 2020. Today’s prompt is: “…write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances. For example, bowling, or shopping for socks, or shoveling snow, or teaching a child to tie its shoes.”
So as much as I would like to be as active and go hiking, I seldom end up. However, after working from home, all day, I’ve been hitting the neighborhood trail lot more often than usual. Not sure, if that hits the prompt precisely. Also, ghazal as a form is disjunctive. That is, the couplets are seldom thematically tied, hence, I don’t know how much of a self-portrait really emerges in the ten lines.
I have posted it a primer on ghazal, in case you want to know about the form. The little, white saucers is a reference to saucer magnolias which seemed to be blooming everywhere, and are amazingly fragrant.
Well 1 down. 29 more to go. Happy writing! Be safe, be healthy, be kind!