Along the Trail

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!

Backyard Picnic

Day 26 Of NaPoWriMo 2018.
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Deck, patio furniture and the grill are all washed and clean,
Clipped fresh lavender tied up in a bunch is set on patio table,
Next to two melamine place settings a slim center vase rests
Housing two faintly sweet smelling roses with long stems dipped in water.

I light the candle on the table and from the ice bucket,
pull out the chilled red lambrusco and dry the bottle with a towel.
I free the cork from bottle, which flies a slight distance
With a distinct pop. I pour the effervescent wine in two long stemmed glasses,
the bubbles freely race to the top with a low hum.

Iphone is programmed to a playlist containing Enigma. The deck,
in low volume pipes out soft techno beats to the tune of “Principles of Lust.”
The home-made pizza pie with marinated cottage cheese and
Small bits of fresh chilies and heirloom tomatoes is sizzling on the grill.

With black grill marks now visible, I take the pizza and slice it into
Eight parts. Next I liberally sprinkle fresh cilantro over the hot pizza
then top it off by squeezing two halves of a whole lemon.
Two slices each are plated on two plates. I take one of the rose
Out of the vase, brush its soft petals on soft cheeks.

The air is now pregnant with charred wood, citrus, hint of spicyness
Mixed with sweet smell of rose and woodsy freshness of lavender.
A glass is swirled and a sip is taken, next the pizza slice is picked and bitten.
“Yum, this is good,” says the voice, just as the song “Mea Culpa” is playing.
“Apology, accepted.”


Today’s prompt was:

Taking our cue from today’s craft resource, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.

Hopefully, the poem does justice to the prompt.