Behind Me

Day 8, NaPoWriMo 2020

(Photo by Aashish Vaidya. Tulip Farm)

 

Behind Me

 

The tulips turn to me, and the windows behind me
reflect the rays of sun, as shadows lift, and blind me.
 

The crocuses sway gently laden with dew
I take their closeups, they don’t seem to mind me.
 

The experiences, genetics, expectations, biases,
aspirations, all combine together and defined me
 

It’s long odds for lightning to strike once much less twice –
By the end of the year, the trashcans of history will find me.
 

Not the streams of Netflix or Prime, nor Zoom happy hours,
It is your caress and gentle touch that wind and rewind me.
 

Faith in a huckster is certainly seductive, but it’s a ‘Mirage’
Fatalities follow and new realities confront and confine me.
 

Notes:  Day 8 of NaPoWriMo 2020.  The prompt is to, “peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots [Sylvia Plath Bot, @PercyBotShelley, @ruefle_exe, @carsonbot and @sikenpoems or @VogonBot] and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem. Need an example? Well, there’s actually quite a respectable lineage of poems that start with a line by another poet, such as this poem by Robert Duncan, or this one by Lisa Robertson.”

I didn’t use the bots.  Instead I looked up a line from Tulips by Sylvia Plath and penned a ghazal.  In the original Plath line, window is a singular not plural.  I turned it into plural, so I can maintain subject-verb agreement to make the rhyme (qafiyah) come out correctly.

Even for an hour

Day 6 of NaPoWriMo 2020

(Photo by Aashish Vaidya. Cherry Blossoms)

 

Even for an hour

 

“Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because”
Every corner of the world, I’ll scour because

 

Little squares of anguish wash over me, even
for a moment I see your face sour, because

 

Remember – to err is human to forgive divine
Next time your mood’s dour, because

 

Sycophants and bootlickers stroke bully’s
ego. Without dignity they cower, because?

 

Sitting, staring at the screen, whole day without
Moving.  Now spin hard with power, because

 

The only little people are those who enrich themselves
A tiny human act towers over power, because

 

Tossed salad of kale, pine nuts, feta, red onion,
Olive oil, lemon juice, roasted cauliflower, because

 

What lulls us into thinking all this isn’t fleeting?
We nurture this ‘Mirage’ of sunflower, because….

 

Notes:  Penned an off-prompt ghazal, as ran short of time to explore Day 6 of NaPoWriMo 2020.  The prompt was to “write a poem from the point of view of one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights.”  Will have to revisit it some other time.

 

First line is a line from of Pablo Neruda’s Love Sonnet: XLV from his volume 100 Love Sonnets translated by Stephen Tapscott.  I liked this line, and I am hoping the reader does as well. That line propelled the rest of the ghazal, with some open-ended couplets because (ha,ha) of the refrain.